it is easy to get caught
in the currents & torrents
of suffering & pain
swept away by the waters
of emotional upheaval;
a deep well is tapped
like rivers of lava
it disintegrates anything
in its path
in these moments
beauty can be unseen
the path of destruction
the only thing gleaned
sinking into the core
feeling into the moment
& each breath’s movement
opening into &
allowing the burgeoning despair
within the building of the fear
like a wave it will crest
& reach a climax
with a near immediate dissolution
within the denouement
there is no dust to settle
the inner landscape transmuted
the seed having been cracked open
the gift within the chaos
a newfound breath of freedom
a new form is borne
spilling its beauty throughout
with each iteration a new ability
seeing the beauty of it all
destruction an act of creation
in allowing the wound its space
it is, & we are, thusly transformed
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3.11 slipping between & betwixt
3.12 new spaces
3.13 feeling the wonder
3.14 resetting
3.15 bringing the fire
3.16 the exhalation
3.17 loss of words
3.18 feeling the edges
3.19 the decision
3.20 the roar of silence
3.21 missing pieces: Western NC
3.22 love from the universe, from a dear friend
3.23 mirror, mirror
3.24 getting it together
3.25 how to starve the beast within
3.26 embracing the suck (as best as can)
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