Messy

By Victoria Lynn Hall

If you believe that we
     are the creators
We didn’t get here by being right

We evolved by falling down
     kneeling in humility
     surrendering to grace

Rising slowly

Do you see yourself in this story
     coming out clean?
If we don’t let chaos touch us
     move us
     throw us
     off the path,
Aren’t we still marching to orders
     even when we dance?

Someone said growth is messy
But when the stone is thrown in
     the muddy water
We all jump back and wander home
     to sort our clean laundry

You don’t accept this dirty child
     but she’s too like you to condemn
So you say you love her heart, her soul
Denying her bones, her blood
     and wipe the mud off her face
     in your mirror

You deny her messy story

If you believe that we
     are the creators
You deny your own story

So how does it end?

A self taught artist and creative entrepreneur, Victoria Lynn Hall lives in the Kansas City area with 4 spoiled cats. She believes in art and the magic of kindness.

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