(Originally published April 4, 2019)
Stop. Be still. There is nothing for you to do.
The heartbeat is not earned
You are here. They are not.
It’s only right to bear the fruit of their lives and yours.
Be deserving of your unfailing heart
But the heartbeat is not earned
Strive. Achieve. Strive. Achieve.
A carousel of contribution
Persistent drumbeat you didn’t even know was there –
prove.your.worth. prove.your.worth.
Child, rest, the heartbeat is not earned
Feel the sunshine – the breeze dancing on your face
Believe the bird songs – This is enough.
You are enough.
Michelle Kinder is a Licensed Professional Counselor and a Public Voices Fellow, her writing has appeared in multiple outlets including TIME, Washington Post, Dallas Morning News, Vita Brevis, and The Huffington Post. She grew up in Guatemala and lives in Dallas with her husband, daughters and dogs.
Once you finish reading the words the real joy from this outstanding work starts – the feeling of the warmth from your beating heart
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Thank you Andy! 🙂
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This is beautiful! And reminiscent of an old Sanskrit saying, aham poornam asmi – I am complete.
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Thank you – love that!
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Thank you for the peace.
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Wow, Lynne – thank you for that – warms my heart!
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Survivor’s guilt can be a killer – good to encourage the survivor. Nicely put – Thanx!
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Thank you so very much!
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Beautifully put.
I loved the softness of this.
– from a heartbeat hoping it still has things to say…
just because the words are there, hanging.
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Thank you so much for this lovely comment, Woodsy – even your comment sounds like poetry!
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