Golden Honey Droplet Sun Tides

by miriamb2400

I occasionally allow myself to come undone;
 

leave everything else out in the sun.
This day has been dirt I will not miss,
 
drip drip;
I rinse myself off,
root to tip.
I understand how to live;
 
what you receive
is what you give.
Sometimes I thrive within this light,
 
like golden honey droplet sun tides.
But,
and the "but" will remain,
 
you must surface
what you wish not to name.
It's okay to push, and cringe, and cry,
 
and scream out what you would never write,
But never lie,
to yourself or the Earth;
 
for she will hold you 
when you keen 
and hurt.
You are loved when you're alone
 
and afraid.
You are loved
 
on your greatest day.
I know this, as I know every tear
 
here
on a great autumn plateau sky 
 
collides
with me,
 
as I divine my future self
and delight in what I find.
 

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