Let Go the Disquiet

Let Go the Disquiet

Her nose wrinkles,

head aches,

chest tightens,

and then something shadowy

that does not have,

or need,

clear definition

goes.

Though wispy and nebulous,

it has a pungent mustiness,

a stale sense of

foreboding.

It curls away in a smoky haze,

taking with it that 

which never really did belong

to her. 

So much harbored in its layers 

wounded her,

and she needs reassurance that

it cannot, will not

hurt anyone else

ever. 

Her wonder-filled wild child 

needs to know

and she's learned to ask

or name or speak

instead of holding on,

holding in,

particularly in this time

of grief and upheaval

 within her being

and in the wider world.

She feels a deep sense of promise

as her beautiful body balances

and she slowly, gently

lets go the disquiet,

hands it over to the Divine,

once again breathes in the

 fresh, clean breezes

 of release, renewal,

and rejuvenation.

Sarah Carlson

June 3, 2020