Dear, Sweet, Beautiful Self
She breathes deep the gathering bloom,
pushes through the ground,
straightens and
opens to the light of day.
She relishes the feel of
sunlight on her skin,
breezes on her face,
orienting of her cells
to newness.
Even under the cold weight
of grief,
she feels her strength
and kindness
and empathetic nature.
She knows these will help her
attend to her own needs.
It is heavy,
this grief.
It has many angles and facets,
twists and turns,
faces and memories.
And, it surely is
a strange time
to experience all this.
A time when there are
other forms of grief
in the here and now.
And so she pauses
and breathes,
slowly acknowledges
that she must allow it to be,
that it will melt or flow or wisp away
when the time is right.
It may make her bend,
cause some distress,
but she knows
she will not break.
She must take time,
be patient and kind
with her dear, sweet,
beautiful self.
Sarah Carlson
May 9, 2020
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