The path of engagement.

I wish I could become the skin of my child, when it was new,
before it became torn and bore battle scars of self reflection.
I wish I could love the part of me that never got it together,
that never figured out what or who to devote myself totally to.
I wish I could bare the tongue with ripe fruit,
and exotic verbs, but I never learned the language of the world.
I wish I knew how to express the parts of myself that you'll never understand,
but I trip so clumsy every time I speak with effort.
I wish I could lay in bed, next to someone, totally engaged,
without pretending my life couldn't exist without them.
I wish I could forgive the parts of myself that have been wounded by my mother,
and the parts that she has engulfed of me.
I wish I could become the lotus, with a breath of silence,
fully realized,
and forgive every part of my life that I haven't lived truly,
and every part of it I have.