By Keegan Goode-Allen 🌞

For years, I fought, I fought like it was my only job

I fought the heat in the summer and the cold in the winter

And I fought the illness when it came

I fought my body 

I fought for justice and rightness and fame

I fought myself and I fought you, you, just being who you are

And oh how I sulked 

I raged and I grieved. Sometimes I did grieve 

I aged and stayed the same in this way 

Never knowing rest nor myself nor you 

And then one day,

I go out, and I listen to the whisper of the trees as their leaves rustle in the wind

Telling me There is a Wisdom and Rightness in all things

Telling me there is time and space

The trees tell me, oh beloved 

That time and space is yours to 

discover the ways and craftsmanship of simply being human