Salve

The word washed over me.

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 saddened girl who tried... as hard....as she could....

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.