only tears
caught in the place of them
I let them fly
the tracks flowing
down my cheeks
my chin a river delta
where they collect
the shift has started
I no longer center
but outside watching in
gulping deep breaths
exhaling long oooooooooos
calmly letting go
Love the site, love the quarium! but most of all the words. Reading your small stones has really touched me - their honesty, their fragility...connect with me.
ReplyDeleteThank you AJ. It is a mrvel that people across the world can read where another is in a moment of their day and sometimes understand
ReplyDeleteSounds like a difficult (but hopefully freeing) moment, but I'm really struck by that photo--a very vulnerable, beautiful, brave self portrait to post. xo
ReplyDeleteWriting for me is not just about the pretty. There is often as much beauty in a sad moment as a happy one if you know where to look.
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