Intersection

The Past and future

Connecting in the present

The weight of it

Causing a heaviness

Boa constrictor like emotion

There truly is

A circle to life

And intersecting point

When the old

Crashes into the new

I’m really good

At putting my

Full weight behind something

Going all in

Selling out

Pushing balance

Beyond its capability

To hold

But yet,

I’m not so good

At sitting in

Processing through

The grief

The pain

The trauma

These things that

Can’t be rushed

Pushed through

Especially the ones

That won’t go away

Those old wounds

Old voices

I’m discovering

They come back up

And sometimes

More loudly

Clanging like kitchen dishes

In the early morning

Do I give them

The attention they need?

The focus they deserve?

Do I honor them?

Or do I move on

Band-aiding them

Hoping they will

Heal themselves

I’m in a season of honesty

Brutal rawness

They have wrestled me

To the ground

Demanding to be heard

Liquifying my resistance

In this moment

I’m learning

To not give up

But rather,

To give in

Learning a deeper level

Of trusting myself

Which in turn

Allowing the love

The kindness

The strength

That is discovered

On the other side

RLove

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