begin at the end

I can feel it in my bones.

The time to write is now.

When it seems as though the world is ending.

Its time to begin, somehow.

It’s time to show up, speak up, stand up—unafraid.

What do you have to lose?

For when you’re faced with pain and grief.

Honesty can be the first relief.

From the trembling in your bones, the shaking in your chest.

Yes you’ve lived through pain before—but never this.

How can you begin—when it seems life’s been stripped away?

What joy can come of pandemic sorrow?

where is stability when the world is changing by the hour?

Maybe, beginning is what we’ve been sent.

Start this moment, to reclaim your presence—

No longer numbing or busying your internal world’s static.

Gives you the opportunity to clear your soul’s attic.

Fling open the doors to your heart-

Give air and space to what’s been unseen.

The gift of pandemic is present- in shared smiles as strangers walk past.

For we’re all in this together. No life has been untouched.

We’ve each been given an opportunity to breathe.

You can begin again,

 even when the world seems at its wits end.

Take heart, take stock, of what you want to carry with you.

This is the time to write.

Feel it in your bones, the day will come after the night.