My heart is aching again
An empty hole sucking in every bit of light and joy
Grieving my past as I slowly open up
Layer after layer
Feeling it all through
Looking again and again, letting it all wash away
Fear of the unknown, even if the unknown is JOY
Pacing myself. There is no rush
Again and again coming back to the now and remembering that it is in my hands now
I can allow anything and be as gentle and loving as I can and want.
