innerexcavation

I begin

from a middle place of reflection,
inevitable passages rolling on;
the bones settle
into gentle connections,
comprehension unveiled.

Injured pride decrying
heroic beauty without reward;
determined, though, to softness and cheer leading;
opening deep breaths,
from a belly fully of love.

A boundless source,
plump in its finery,
picks it way along a thorny path;
the end point a mystery,
obscured by here and now.

(exercise from inner EXCAVATION Explore Your Self Through Photography, Poetry and Mixed Media by Liz Lamoreux)