On Meeting HER
It was as if I’d known her
At some point,
Indistinct but somehow familiar,
Bearing an outline that I recognized
At some unrecognized level.
At once welcoming
And mysterious,
Knowing and powerful,
Here in a way that was unmistakable
The one who was always
And still is
Me.
That said
Finding her again
Released the fear of myself
That I didn’t know I had.
Loving yourself -
isn’t that what we’re told -
Is the goal
Before we can love others?
And here she is.
Accepting and deep
Aware that the me who I am
Is the same that she is.
Welcome home.
- C. Scribner © 2/7/20
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