Rising From Grief

Rising from grief.

Coming out from underneath the fog,

I rise.

Allowing this grief to smolder to the surface.

Grief deeply embedded in my body.

Gripping and crippling.

I flow the tears of loss.

The tears underneath my breath,

I have held.

The pain under my skin,

I have felt.

The aching sorrow,

I have ignored.

The sadness that has enveloped me for too long.

If I keep my eyes closed,

Maybe it will go away.

If I pretend it's not there,

Maybe it will go to someone else's door.

But I can't.

I can't deny this any longer.

It hurts.

Dear pain,

I see you.

I acknowledge you.

I release you.

You no longer hold me,

Suffocated under the fog.

I inhale breath of peace and love and ease and grace.

As I exhale,

I surrender.

Fully,

Completely,

Wholly,

And sincerely.

And in that moment,

It lifts.

Just enough to see the light.

Just enough to give me strength to pick up my anguished body off the ground.

Just enough courage to begin again.