Teach me to let go,
to practice flying without wings,
to be as the morning sun,
rising full of purpose and setting out unasked.
Teach me to embrace brokenness,
fix me so the light continues to shine through,
mistakes known but forgiven.
Teach me to acknowledge the beauty,
in a frosty morning cold enough to thaw the skin,
when the air is thin enough to see your aspirations exhaled in your own breath.
Teach me to wade through the stress as thick as a swamp,
to not noticed the creatures biting my ankles to slow me down,
and keep me up when the weeds pull me down.
Help me understand why people come in to my life,
those that make me deeply engaged,
and come to see why they changed me and left.
Teach me to move on,
when I am emotionally, physically and mentally,
missing my sense of self.
To wipe the slate like a chalkboard,
and to wash away any left over dust.
