Come back…

Back to poetry
to the place between worlds
where you know you are real
where nothing else matters.
Let me flow through your mind like ink to pen.

Let me wash you with words of praise
and love to remind you
mostly
you are not alone.
Let the beautiful pain
strike you
again and again.
This time with a deeper blow.
Let me cut away
that which is not real.
Start here
Begin again and again.
Let certainty be this unknowing
This not knowing who you are, or, where you are going.
Let me show you the way
Every day.
Start anew