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 🙏🏻🕊
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