
let waves of feeling
wash on through
allow the healing of your soul
to barrel through
like the gigantic ocean breakers
swelling and rising and cresting
and tumbling all of their healing water
over you
feel the cleansing of your soul
know that part of growing old
is to see things that were obscured before
so often this process is painful
ways we thought we loved
turn out to be the ways we hurt another
ways we longed to be loved
turned out not to be destined to be
the ways we were loved
by another
and yet courage exists in this
in the act of showing up
and no longer stopping our breath
from swelling and rising
and cresting and falling
for even as
so often
these waves bring anquish
and deep sorrow
still are we not being cleansed
to bear witness to a darker deeper
more tarnished golden
Sun
rising from the ashes
tomorrow?
Yes, I believe so! Beautiful poem full of honesty, hope, and strength.
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Thanks, lovely. ๐นโค
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