We want someone’s everything
they’re just human
You know, I wrote “Who hurt you? (relationships vs. reality)” last November. Sharing it with you 6 months ago. And I’ve noticed something special about poetry, it evolves and change with you as you grow. Pretty much like a living, breathing being.
Crazy right!?
So what I did here is rearrange the stanzas and the words. It hit me different this time around. I hope this hit you too :).
~xoxo, Lynn
we want someone’s everything their fresh words their gaze that frames our world centering us in every single interaction but what if, they’re just human? like you and I figuring out life’s off days where their missteps are just that unanswered texts? not ghosting. missed plans? not rejection. it sounds ridiculous saying the obvious but simple truths just don’t shout in the morning wavelengths shift from red to violet so we’ll misread each other on some days as we go through life’s crowded hallways brushing past unspoken misalignments cold winds will greet and hold the space where real conversation should’ve been seeing someone as priceless is not the problem but when they become a magazine cutout to trace we lose ourselves by signing up for this race big hearts, unrested arms spread thin under the weight of every “yes” they didn’t have space to say no to the truth is placing another human so high only invites gravity to drag them down maybe not now but for sure eventually what I’ve learned is this other people’s decisions and actions are not about you your mind threading on that thought is just an intrusive trap how could we be the main character in someone else’s story? it sounds strange again to repeat this refrain but these small truths are the ones we must remember every. single. day. we’re all just human.
Heart Call:
We’re all just human: fragile, imperfect, unfinished. God created us to do life with people, but you can’t make everything they do about you.
Who are you holding to an impossible standard
maybe without meaning to?
How could you show them more grace this week?


