The Medicine

Discerning my medicine
in any given moment
Where the choice is mine
for the choosing

Riding the waves
of deciphering
which battles are for
fighting
and which are for
peacekeeping

Do all these dragons need to be slayed?
Will it all look different in the light?

Is the medicine in
taking space
Or leaving spaces

Is there such a thing as
right?

Discerning the
sweet spot
of my medicine
Deciphering what is mine
and what is yours

Do I always have to
go to the places
where the
hard lessons
are learned?

Or can it come with
peace
ease
And maybe
even
joy?

While I
unlearn
rewire
And imagine anew

As I cross these intersections in my mind

I ask:
“What
is my
medicine
here?”

And she answers:
“Your medicine
will never
ask you
to leave
yourself.”