it keeps getting better

I open like a slow bloom… and it keeps getting better.
I open again, this time with feeling… and it keeps getting better.
I soften into the edge… and it keeps getting better.
I let the grief flood me… and it keeps getting better.
I let the winds of change move me… and it keeps getting better.
He left me at my bottom… and it keeps getting better.
I say thank you when I want to say fuck you… and it keeps getting better.
I surrender… and it keeps getting better.
I get better at surrender and find there is pleasure there… and it keeps getting better.
I pivot toward my fears… and it keeps getting better.
I terrify myself with how big I dare to dream…and it keeps getting better.

I begin to love myself, urgently, with a wild fervor…and it just keeps on getting better.