The sadness weeps within me, tears of long ago as well as recent ones combine in heavy currents, wanting to find a way out. Needing to be shed as they have sat for far too long, piled up - upon - one another suffocating in the depths of past despair.
I kept them there too scared to let them go, for fear they’d overflow. I kept them there not realizing how many they’d become or how much pain had actually been done.
Now, they slowly find ways out of there and when they do I feel the vastness of the tide’s despair. A heavy cargo load of bottled memories of a sadness so profound and painful… ashamed of where it came from.
Seeking refuge in the caves of long-forgotten where they reigned with liquid longing to - someday - finally flow freely.
So when the little pools of watery eyelids now suddenly appear, I try to comfort them with gentle words of new-found solid kindness, welcoming them out into the open waters, free to flow wherever they may wish to go.
May they flow….flow…flow.
so pure, so intense, so beautiful.