a hungry ache..
the persistence 
drawing compassion from my bones 
to own all its’ wakened..
determination willing it to be..
there is nothing more to our story than the story itself.. 
we are who we are 
the moments non-defining  
in an overwhelming 
non-binding kind of way..
Healing - revealing truths 
small -ordinary -insignificant
making impossible fall away..
there’s pages to be written 
stapling pieces back together 
I’ll sit in the dirt with you 
draw lines in the sand 
let’s dirty our hands with life..
wash clean your heart 
giving new color to all your strife 
yearning longing for this new start..