Let’s gather at the river that we made with the tears of our birthing pains. Let’s make friends with the reflection we see in the river. I got you now. You have to deal with this.

Let’s walk down to the deepest end of the river. The part that carries the interior of your being.

Let’s gather where the hurt lies.

Where the ugly is. Where the unspoken truth is that still burns through your pride.

Where we don’t reinvent ourselves, but we re-imagine and rearrange. Where we heal.

Let’s drink from the river and replenish ourselves. And once you turn yourself back into yourself

The river will gather to you.

 

-Nakyia Ward