I crave the rawness in you.
The more of you that hides behind the rest of you.
The wall you tried to resurrect but I saw through,
Blistering and bubbling with truth.

I struggle for the words to wish you well without the words to tell you that you have everything you need to give it to yourself.
I’d like to cheer for you, but I see you clearly on the field, ready and in uniform, pleated skirt, jumping in time for your team.

Hey.
Hey you.
I see you over there in the corner
Exhausted and gasping for breath
Wind smacked and back punched with all of the life out.

My real wish for you this holiday is to Be Well.