There are times that sadness pours from my eyes: Through my soul grief is allowed to unfold in its process, Now
it wasn't always like that.
Many places left untouched. packed away and ignored, until they spring forth.
I can explain myself but it's been my experience that I won't be believed. You won't listen to hear me anyway.
I don't want to explain, I never did.
That doesn't mean I have not given my life greatest consideration.
it's a ticket. The explication.
Instead I'm learning to live in a place that has
No right no wrong just done. Did, doing.
In my world the decisions have been weighed. I know them intimately. Anxiety pushes in my throat when I hold the idea that is not my own.
I felt the prickly of pain and fear. Disappointment. I felt it and accepted
No judgment, no berating, no belittling, all self inflicted.
Creating a place to speak the emotions and allow them to burn through my feral field. The burn is necessary
It creates the space and nutrients to sustain a new unfolding.
(Orginially posted 6 months ago)