the dignity of being

my breath is heavy,

yet with heartfelt over heart ache.

the fingers of my feelings,

playing this breathing as my harp. 

melodies emerge,

as if emotional white doves arising 

in this morning's sorrow 

as up-lifting's first light.

sky bound into a mind-fill of azures,

that heed to embrace. 

tall spires of upliftment,

that reach beyond 

my evidence of circumstance.

that deep-delve into welling my soul

to embrace the well-beyond. 

what apparently presents as,

not the jeep of me in the ditch,

not the six months for me to live,

not my abandonment beyond recovery,

and not suicide as my prerogatives.

but to embrace from where soul sees light,

to touch where self had been forgotten,

to envelope and coalesce

beyond what pain can dignify,

to have perspective with levity's blessings,

and to feel boundary-less into lighthearted merge.

so plain my sense of disaster 

into a oneness presence's arise.

never a feel or thought back to what happened.

now, as presenting, of soul destiny.

in what other way

would self-care be like, 

otherwise?