My chest and lungs swollen for the release that comes with naming things.
Grief.
Full like the ocean in a changing tide.
I let it roll over me in it's relentless waves.
Wash away blame
Recede
Wash away shame
Recede
Revealing the shore of the sadness girl who tried... as hard....as she could....
I am undone.
Bare
I turn toward the path of the clumsy rhythm of finding words, like a child, new to piano or bike.
Hopeful and afraid because finally I see...
...all roads lead back to Love.
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