Crossings
A ritual in six steps
I. The Letter
I knelt beside the younger me—
mud-kneed, wonder-eyed—
and said,
You did not fail by surviving.
With ink soft as forgiveness,
I wrote:
“I carried you here.
And still, I do.”
II. The Dialogue
I found my fragments arguing—
mask and marrow, fire and husk—
so I let them speak.
One said: I yielded,
the other: I stayed,
and together,
they wrote a name I recognized.
III. The Sigil
By candlelight, I curved a shape—
part wing, part wound, part word.
Not to cast a spell,
but to remember:
I am allowed
to believe
in what remade me.
IV. The Blessing
At the mirror’s edge, I whispered
to the name they gave me,
and the one I chose:
May you outgrow shame without shedding gentleness.
May you speak without shrinking.
May you love without folding first.
V. The Boundary Walk
I stepped to the line—
threshold, doorway, shore—
and paused,
barefoot, present.
The air on both sides
tasted of salt and maybe.
Halfway through,
I said aloud:
Here I am.
And the wind replied,
Welcome.
VI. The Altar
I gathered the evidence—
a scar,
a poem never shared,
a feather kept for no reason.
I built no temple.
But I bowed my head
as if I had.
And left the matchbox open,
just in case.
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Thanks for the Fave @sorenbarrett🙏🏻🕊
A spiritual journey, a metaphor with wings of life alighting in various places, a prism of refracted light separate colors descending to different points of focus. Perspectives from different points of view of the same entity defined by each perspective. Worshipful an ethereal and ephemeral feel to this poem as if grounded in clouds. A rainbow that in its splendor is here and gone. A most lovely write and a fave
Thanks kindly, Soren. Most appreciated as always 🙏🏻🕊
Nicely done. The poem "Crossings" explores personal transformation, healing, and self-acceptance through a ritualistic journey. It reflects on the relationship between one's past and present self, emphasizing the importance of recognizing and honoring one’s experiences, struggles, and growth.
Thanks Friendship, a most appreciated review and Fave🕊🙏🏻
This is breathtaking, dear poet and friend. Every step feels like a rite of remembering...tender, sacred, and unflinchingly honest. The layering here…name, fragment, threshold, altar...each part throbs with lived truth. That final gesture with the matchbox? Chills. If feel you and here you there. You’ve built something luminous here, my friend. 🌹👏 One of my faves of yours. Love the ritual aspect of it!
A BIC lighter would suffice as well but matchsticks have an incense feel about them🕊🙏🏻
Absolutely!
Thanks for the Fave @Friendship 🕊🙏🏻
Beautifully written write, very nicely staged, I wish they had been my steps, very enjoyable read
They can be anyone’s steps! Thanks so much, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
You are very welcome
To me the stages of this poem speak beautifully of forgiveness, love, remembrance and ultimately hope. A true gem my friend!
Thanks dear Bella. That’s the way it could be 🙏🏻🕊️
BRAVO
Thanks Tony🙏🏻🕊️
You're not
Wow now this is special and dare I say therapeutic poem .The the authors history in 6 stages.There is so much wisdom it is really mind blowng. It is one of the most important poems I have read for a long time.It begins It with a communication with the authors younger self and ends with an open matchbox which could be as innocent as having a cigarette or it could be as sinister as burning the house down. Either way this is an amazing poem.Well done compadre
The power of a match stick 🔥 yes🙏🏻🕊️
That matchbox will be filled with the love that comes to you arqios.
Andy
That is something worth accepting any day, and giving as well. Thanks Andy 🕊️🙏🏻
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