You ask yourself —
What is my place?
Where do I fit?
Am I enough?
How could you have any doubt?
The light that shoots through you
flows into me,
igniting other threads of my connection.
Your hands are made to heal
what you have touched,
and you have touched me.
Life needs you to do the thing
you wonder if you dare desire,
(you ask if you’re allowed to have such sweetness)
How could you have any doubt?
This is the thing you were made for,
This was made for you.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 17, 2013