Grief rises up
folds itself tightly
around my chest and head.
Pressure just tough enough
strong enough
for me to feel the clamp,
the “I’ve got you again.”
that clings so tight once
it’s latched on.
Let it rise
Let it make me take notice
Let it claim my heart again.
My head hurts; my heart
aches, sending familiar
signs to my
stomach.
Pain is part of the beauty,
let that rise.
Let that be now.
Pain is music and poetry,
pain is here and where ever .
Cure for the internal pain isn’t the question.
It’s not the goal
the target for exploration.
The aim is the moment
It is what is.
I have love
I have warmth
I have fear
the setting sun
rising ocean.
I have been loved
I have been cold.
Fear has crippled me.
I’ve always had
color and song,
rhythm and touch.
I can embrace the discomfort.
I can embrace
the moment, the need for tears
the proof of strength
of the emotional bond with earth.
Come on, I can be whole.
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