Poetry that Heals: I Became Beloved

By Rosanna Tacker in Lenny

I walked backwards, against time
and that’s where I caught the moon
singing at me.

I steeped downwards into my seat
and that’s where I caught freedom
waiting for me like a lilac.

I ended thought, and I ended story.
I stopped designing, and arguing, and
sculpting a happy life.

I didn’t die. I didn’t turn to dust.

Instead I chopped vegetables,
and made a calm lake inside me
where the water was clear and sourced and still.

And when the ones I love came to it,
I had something to give them, and
it offered them a soft road out of pain.

I became beloved.

And I came to know that this was it.
The quiet power.
I could give something mighty, lasting,
that stopped the wheels of chaos,

by tending to the river inside,
keeping the water rich and deep
keeping a bench for you to visit.

Tara Sophia Mohr


art by Rosanna Tacker in an issue of Lenny

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