by Angela Lovell
Someone once asked me, "what is mine to do?"
After much pondering, I realized that I am here as the embodiment of love to allow that love to flow through me so that others may be touched.
Whether that touch is a soft unknown tickle thought to be a stray hair, when it actually is my energy making your arrector pili muscle twitch so you can sense your aliveness.
That touch could be my easy quirky euphemisms making you laugh aloud, even when your days were so dark you didn't believe you could wholeheartedly be joyous again—albeit a split second or hours of uncontrollable giggles.
Maybe the touch was the impression I left on your mind, helping you see that you can be the leading cause of change in creating the life you want to live instead of waiting for someone else to do it for you.
You could have felt my touch as I laid hands on you to heal your physical wounds or even heal the repeated contusions your heart has crusaded through as you fought for your underdog.
My touch could have been a beloved caress that brought back feelings of deserved missed intimacy that you convinced yourself you're not worthy of and have built numbed walls of protection.
Maybe that touch was a spark of bravery that I lit under you after you watched me willingly step into a battle of fear and then saw me walk out, realizing I wasn't torn asunder.
However my presence has touched you, whether you realize that was me or not, know that touch was pure sweet love. Know my love was altruistically given in hopes that you find what you need within yourself to be joyful, for that is that mine is to do.
Angela Lovell was born in Germany and landed in her beloved Burque in the early 80s. She completed her schooling at UNM in Albuquerque, NM and is a local family practice Physician Assistant. She started writing poetry around 2002, but took an 8 year hiatus recently picking up the pen again in 2015.