Sometimes I wait for the results of a mammogram
and envision my end.
Sometimes I bite into a pepper far too hot,
to scorch hellfire on my tongue —
to remind myself I still am.
Sometimes I press through invisible walls
and catch the world’s hush of beauty
in my mind’s window frame.
Sometimes I watch my son grow tall before me
and let myself believe
I’ve done at least one thing right
to honor my name.
Sometimes I cry out to heavens,
and God answers —
with the purr of a cat,
the soft coo of a dove,
the warmth that moves through me
when I am held
in the arms of my love.
Sometimes I don’t need to be anyone,
or anything.
I simply live —
a quiet link
in a chain of eternity,
fulfilling a promise
etched deep in me:
to truly be.
About Raz Shacham
Raz Shacham is an Israeli mom, a translator, a naturopath, and a writer.
Website: https://www.facebook.com/raz.shacham
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