It is possible that I am being made whole.
Because nerve and words – delivered amidst a drought of reception on a thirsty plain of slim to none exception – were received by a bitten heart tripping over fallen cans in the crowded soup aisle —- one scar strong heart that longs to beat-be-not-beaten and is
brave enough to try
smart enough to hear
fast enough to stop her
grounded enough to make her wait
faithful enough to see it through
and steady enough to finally say yes it is finally and thoroughly possible that I am being made whole.