THERE WILL BE CUSSING AND EXCESSIVE CAPITALIZATION!
Today.
Today feels so heavy. The effort too great. Seemingly unable to meet my obligations this fine morning.
Sunshine. Fresh breeze. Russia and China sitting in a tree. K – I – S – S – I – N – G.
My sweet sisters of the north. Wrap your courage round your shoulders tight as you send your babies off to school.
Kim Avila
#lettingherout
09/27/2022
So be still with me my love
while the flames just pass us by.
And all of our struggles
will be painted like the sky.
KimAvila.com
Sweet sick Kim,
Do not question that. Just bathe in it. Your struggle is so heavy. Forgive yourself if you don’t do it perfect. Don’t worry about why they don’t understand. Hold yourself tight. Wipe your own tears sweet woman. Some days are harder than you can explain.
There might be no answers. There might be no cure. There might be no reconciliation that doesn’t feel like failure. There might be only imperfect attempts at raw human contact.
I’m not even sure if it matters why you struggle or if you should struggle. Not sure.
I have no answers.
Just wake up tomorrow and try one more day. One more day.
❤️
Published tonight so I have to read it tomorrow.
Brush, Colorado.
Back to Back
At last my love.
So long a road.
At last we seem to have perhaps learned.
To stand back to back.
Together. Turn the fire out not in to ourselves.
So long a road.
But here we are.
Love.
Here we stand
still standing
Together.
Love.
Did I come off as overbearing?
With my endless unsolicited and ever more elaborate suggestions.
Did it feel like I think
I’ve got it all figured out.
Perhaps my own business was the one I should attend to.
But did you know love.
That I was desperate to help you.
But did you know love.
That the place you hold in my heart is such
that I can’t just look away.
Leave you there.
Hurt and searching.
Can we make a space between us that has room for all of that?
Space enough for my fierce love.
For my mistakes made trying to scream over the thunder.
Words talked over.
Moments misread.
Can we make a space between us with room for error?
Forgiveness.
Space for misunderstandings to turn to dust.
Intentions.
Kim Avila
12/19/2021
#LettingHerOut
(Written at Kaiser clinic)
You wish me to be more calm.
More relaxed. Gently overlooking. Graciously sharing. Not jealous just loyal.
But darling. That isn’t how I love you.
I love you like a volcano.
Without warning. Exploding ash into the sky.
I love you like flames licking your feet.
My glowing jewelry lava fingers chasing you trapping you trying so gently to caress you.
Always escaping until my fingers reach the ocean.
Where they at last cool and we can be together in my fine steam I have made for us.
Kim Avila
KimAvila.com
@letting_her_out
02/20/2022
Kim Avila * Letting Her Out 