day XX
poetry month
sometimes it opens
unexpectedly
and i land in places
i had forgotten
-temporarily-
it’s like the big slide at the pool
that has been closed
and all the kids are waiting for the REopening
the slide -portal- opens
and all of the kids -unprocessed grief- rush to climb the stairs
and dive on to the open-only-sometimes slide
at first the pool -grief-y topics- seems deserted
then it FILLS with eager slide-ers
when the grief portal opens
sometimes by & thru something small (or not)
ALL OF THE THINGS that have been waiting for their exit
have- at long last- an opening <<portal>> out
the grief portal
sometimes it opens unexpectedly
& i find myself revisiting
many. many. and more many things-
breathe IN to and Allow
resistance makes it more painful
cry buckets
allowing all of those powerful feels their exit
at long last
leaving you/me/us feeling
lighter
brighter
and more
FREE <3
#DeepBow2TheGriefPortal
