let it be…

A rupture and a gift
To hold two things at once:
A tearing of what was
To reveal what must become

This is the surrender.
The earth can groan and shake.
I can let it be,
as pain and breath take shape.

This is the surrender.
And in this small pause
I heed not just open wounds
of earth and rocky walls,

but a different side of wind
as she gently stirs my hair,
and downstream from the crashing
of waterfall’s conjure,

I watch a small stream
bubble and kiss my toes;

my soul, still heavy, weary,
soaks it in… this letting go.

And after this cycle
of both thunder and nothing,
of what felt like fire burning
at ice that never softened,

I look up and notice
my heart painted beyond,
the stars amid the dark night,
holding… for day’s song.

Be it cloudy, stormy scenes
or a blazing sun in blue,
it meets me as it is,
never the same, ever real.

A wander, evolving,
unknown with every step;
yet somehow it is home,
a dance to the hum of grief.

let it be…

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An ode to my beautiful niece, Evie Grace, whose passing on this day in December 2017 first unearthed my journey with grief.