By: JANA GREENE

I sat with my Higher Self today,

and she still remembered me.

Depression has been edging her out,

making things too dark to see.

The lightness of spirit we used to share

has been hanging in a closet,

my simple faith elusive,

I can’t remember where I lost it.

I’d worked so hard to conjure her

for months and months on end,

but life conspired against it,

so I let the sadness in.

She sat with me and shared my pain,

reminding me we are One,

and let me know she’d still be there

when the sadness is done.

She told me that she’s proud of me,

that I’m still standing tall,

when it’s a minor miracle

I’m standing up at all.

“It’s good to see you, Kiddo,”

she said, with a winsome smile.

“It’s pretty good to be back,” said I,

“If only for a while.”

She scooted closer next to me,

until our shoulders touched,

“We’re one in the same,” she gently said.

“And I love you very much.”

And breathing in and out together,

I could clearly see,

that even in pain and grief,

my Higher Self is rooting for me.