Last night was not earthshattering
A pillow over my head
Hoping it would stop
Waiting for the after-shock
There have been a series of earthquakes from a child
Ones that pile up the rubble on my heart
Ones that split me open to love
Ones that break down the fortress of my mind
I’ve been shown so much in the debris
Of what I held onto that was harmful
Of what was precious that I held too lightly.
God grant me the serenity
To accept the quakes of heart and mind
And to know that my own evolution should shake me up
Is worthy of Moments of discomfort