the silence
gutted
enough room
for me
Tag: release
He wanted me
held close
and then released
back into the ordinary,
magic still with me.
Broke through
shell left behind
loosing pearls
between teeth
shedding
in the pines
Sometimes I need to scream,
cry,
throw a fit adult sized.
Then I work
once the lump in my chest moves on.
Strands I washed,
full of heavy emotion.
Grief worn tangible
for a year
before I could bear
carrying less.
The ritual.
Braid cut off,
shaved close enough
to feel sunshine
kissing my temple.
A section of hair
given up
to hear better
what the rain cries about,
angels singing,
my God
and His laughter.
I sat beneath the shears
wondering
if I’d feel this horrible relief
had I done it sooner.
I believe in perfect timing.
Even tragedy
holds mirror
It is right.
Sheared down,
I am softer now.