The Coat Hanger

Left hand, right hand …
you were taught to work.

Life is like a coat hanger.

Left hand, right hand …
pick up, put down,
bend and push,
left hand, right hand …
count to five,
reach for the sky,
look what a big girl you are.

And life’s a coat hanger.

Left hand …
write more pretty words,
don’t be a brat.
Right hand …
keep going, just keep going,
it will make us proud.

Left hand, right hand …
cut, chop, stir,
cut and cut,
and leave until it all boils over.
Left hand, right hand …
everybody leaves,
everybody heals.

Life’s still a coat hanger.

Right hand …
what have you forgotten?
Sign here, please.
Right hand …
stretch out, grab and hold on.
Have you turned off the stove?
Have you fallen in love?
Left hand …
what is forever?
What do you believe?
Left hand …
push the stroller down the street,
turn the wheel.

A coat hanger.

Left hand, right hand …
flip the pages,
cry.
Left hand …
you’ve done well,
sometimes slightly better.
Right hand …
but it’s not always enough.
We thought you were happy.

Left hand, right hand.
Life’s a coat hanger.
You are the coat.

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A Little Magic

To walk a flight of stairs.
To cry a silent tear,
to wipe it off
and swallow down.
To hold out a hand,
to kneel on both knees,
to hang your head –
and then, to get back up,
to shake off the dust,
to straighten your back.
To smile
when you can.
And to smile
when you can’t.
To touch and talk,
to sing and see.
To breathe.
It’s all
just a little bit
of magic …

The Beginning

Beginnings are hard. And scary. You have to step outside your comfort zone into an uncharted territory where just anything might happen.
Once, everything was a beginning, and it did not seem hard at all. Each day meant something new. We had to make our first steps, pronounce our first words. We went to school, made friends, and fell in love – all for the first time. We met new people and learned new things, and there were so many beginnings that they did not even seem scary anymore.
But then, we grew up. And got scared. There were fewer and fewer beginnings. The days just came and went, never bringing anything new with them. We did everything we had to. We tried it all. All the starts, the awkward first steps, the falls, and the fails – all of that was long behind us. The world had nothing new left to show us. But the saddest part was, that we did not even want to start something new. We were afraid it would throw us out of our balance, that we would embarrass ourselves. We were scared to death of not succeeding.
At one point, we would ask ourselves, “When was the last time I did something for the first time?” Unfortunately, we would not know the answer. The only thing we would know is that we became old and boring. No more beginnings. Only endings.

Beginnings are hard, sure. A blank page is staring right at you. You can write whatever your heart desires. If you do it wrong, you will have failed before you even started. But, if you do it right, everything will just fall into place. Sometimes, when you go out there, when you throw yourself into a new beginning, when you have no idea of what to expect – it is best just to close your eyes, and jump, and hope for the best …