You are exactly where you’re supposed to be.

What if you believed-

as in, soul searching, gut wrenching

chest      h  e  a  v  i  n  g

belly calmed

kind of belief-

that you are      right           where     you    are        meant       to           be?

my tree, let me tell you

no one fully lays down their roots

when they consistently try to move.

imagine

the color that you would see

if you believed that this is where you’re meant to be.

worry would cease.

worry would cease.

shoulders would become children,           free          from          unease

people become priorities, people to be loved and utterly known,

fog consuming field at dawn

burrows in the ground simply places to explore.

people become treasures to be healed, not fixed.

they become flowers to be cared for, tended to, weeds out and water down and

patience, they are right where they are meant to be.

blooms will come when they are meant to be seen.

when you are where you are meant to be,

people become            treasures to be loved                     instead of       objects        to please.

why try to fight a gentle breeze? You,

you are exactly where you are meant to be.

 

 

 

 

*Photo and inspiration credits to Morgan Harper Nichols.