I enter guarded,
Confident I am less than,
As I collect and string together words spoken
To verify my claim.
Lifter of My Head, unguard me.
I’m offered inclusion and acceptance,
A rare gift of friendship,
The very thing I long and pray for,
But I deem me unfit and only partially accept.
Giver of My Heart’s Desire, unguard me.
My soul cries foul with tired tears,
Deprived again of being seen,
Battered by chronic lies of scarcity,
Of fear, of not being enough.
Catcher of My Tears, unguard me.
Destroy this armor of feeling small,
Breathe into me the courage to belong,
Remind me I am Yours.
Lover of My Soul, unguard me.
Photo Credit: Deb Turnow
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Nicole Mills is an oncology nurse, cancer survivor, nerd, and contemplative. She has a secret desire to be a nun or a double-dutch jump rope champion. Not being Catholic or able to jump 2 ropes poses significant hurdles, but she remains hopeful.