At the sudden realization of

my error,

my heart sinks,

my face burns hot and red.

I can barely bear the memory.

If I stay very still

or just keep moving,

maybe it will pass.

I don’t want anyone to know.

I want to tell everyone,

to laugh until our sides hurt.

Can I start again?

Am I too late?

I think I get it now.

By Kirsten Harrison

Would you like some company as you attune to your inner landscape? Kirsten offers spacious accompaniment and trauma-informed spiritual direction. I’d love to hear what’s stirring in you and meet with you for a free exploration session.