As I dust off and discard old relics, they come out—anger, pain, betrayal, the remnants of broken sobs and screaming howls.
As I dust off and discard old relics, they come out—anger, pain, betrayal, the remnants of broken sobs and screaming howls.
The journey doesn’t require anything but soul.
I allow myself to hold space for my mind to change with grace. To bear witness. To let go. To embrace. To bend. To grow.
The cold of you that left me— I will not deny it. I let it dissolve me, a watery grave I stayed in for a time, learning a new rhythm.
I give it all to You. All that I cannot control, all that I cannot make turn out for good, I give it up to You.