I have a full life.
A life full of love, given and received 
To and from those with whom I share my everyday.
Those who know my name, all the names I call myself.
Who know all the ways this world twists and turns
And forms the me who wakes the next morning ready 
To be the newest, freshest version of myself.

A life full of grief, sometimes shared and other times hidden,
Born of that same love.
It is said that this grief is derived from all love unexpressed
Either wasted or withheld, that gathers in my still, inward spaces.
More likely it is from the perfect, leftover love that waits insensible
Until teased out by a memory or a song, a fragrance or a touch
Bringing me once again into its fullness, rich and raw.

A life full of joy, so much joy that floods my being.
From joinings that blur the lines of my endings and their beginnings.
Carrying me to magnificent places that can only exist 
When a path is created between heart to heart to heart,
Tethered to mine for the journey, should I lose my way.
Making the path luminous when I wander off and need return 
To all that is real and whole and good.

A life full of fear, that what is to come may not match the beauty 
Of what has already been…