This is a poem for those who like me, are idealists learning to love others and themselves exactly where they’re at, versus living a life of loneliness, judgment, and perfectionism. Your marriage and/or other relationships will improve if you instead foster compassion, courage, and closeness.

If you are struggling to relate to someone in your life, consider learning from the lessons here and in the Victor Hugo quote.

What We Became Together, Poem written on Easter 2022 CMH

 I’m that girl who sat by you on the bus but didn’t want to talk in the shadows of the early sober light when words don’t seem juxtaposed to fit.

I knew we were both there just for the transition, not by choice, having not yet arrived at our destination, and I didn’t want to be lavish, especially with the awareness of each of our frailties.

But then I said something anyway as I remembered it is lonely to be human alone in the cold shadows. We joined hearts to bring one another a little cheer and soon we were warm. The glow of morning began to dawn around us and also within us in the light of what we became together.

I’m that girl who sat so far away from you because I couldn’t allow your life to be anything but ideal. When you let me in I saw that you were hurting and it was hard to see you in pain when I could envision you as perfect from afar. It was despairing to think that not only had the world maimed you but that you had succumbed to it after I had seen you in such innocence and perfection.

And then I scooted closer because I remembered that you were lonely propped up there in the cold ambiguity of my lofty hopes for you and that so was I. Indeed you were farther from your ideals and so was I because of the love I withheld.

When I did stop to see you as you were, we truly connected as hearts and souls. What’s more, a bit of that you that I used to see was restored, ready to be kindled with the part of me that I used to be when I was new, these parts of us that had not yet been taken by the shadows.

We forged a cross of brighter light together amidst the darkness of the night. We were broken but beloved. Together we believed we were worthy of love and being seen, radiating the tension of being not what we could yet be but also not without hope or glory as we were already revealed to be.

Now known in the beautiful light of what we became together.

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