it's an initiation,
this grief
a welcome to the human race
the sorrow, the lament, the surplus of tears
the waking ache
the bleeding grace
dispensed with fearful gait, each lap
i pant "will this soul remain shadowed, held asunder"
past, present, future waits
each lap in the dark middle
the uncertainty cast
the tomb is sealed
until i find the pace
is a litany of the warm sap running
over my heart
it's a reclaiming, the deep crying out
deep responds
with self compassion, warm acceptance
with love deeper
than every gash,
wounds being healed from the inside out
