On Not Having It All Together
May you resolve to be unresolved.
May you keep a vision alive in your mind
not a burning vision that blinds
but a low lit flame that warms
and draws you toward
and whispers to you
not, of a different you
but of a you,
that can breathe more deeply
that can walk taller, and live fuller
the same you,
that you ought to have loved
from the moment you first fell down
from the moment you first gave up
from the moment you chose the safer option
from the moment you put up that first fence
May you keep a vision alive in your mind
a subtle flame of otherness
that allows you to slip in between the spaces
between the versions of yourself
those you love a little more,
those you hate a little more,
those you are more willing to show
those you would like to hide
May you learn to love your mess
May you find the terrorist within,
and begin talks
may you encounter the craziest reflection of yourself
and look back with love, and honesty, and grace
May you learn to cry, and break down
May you learn to stop being strong
May you learn not to have it all together
May you resolve, to be unresolved
About the Creator
Ricky McQuillan
Belfast-based singer and scribbler. Born in 1977, journaling since I was a fifteen, did a degree in Philosophy in my late 20s, but since then, have mostly been reading Psychobabble, and blogging
https://rickymcquillan.blogspot.co.uk/
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