My tears flowed freely, and this time
I did not stop them.
Loud wails rose from deep within,
and I did not stop them.
Each sob seemed to come from some deeper place,
breaking apart layers of scar tissue,
unblocking paths I hadn’t known were there.
Could I risk plunging in,
free-falling into the abyss,
letting myself go under, and
be completely submerged?
Could I risk feeling that kind of deep sorrow,
immersing myself in it and
letting it take me down
until I feel like I am drowning,
until I cannot catch my breath.
Is that the way through the pain?
Is that the way to move beyond
the grief I carry inside,
to empty myself and
make room to live and love again?