An avalanche of tears
Raging screams into my pillow
Bowling ball resting on my solar plexus
My ego dies another death
In awe of the weight of it
In awe of the story I created
A baby once again
Vulnerable and needy.
A bird that has smashed into a window
To lie on the patio in shock… and to breathe it’s last breath…
But the exhale… it comes!
How it is possible I do not know
Another and another breath and I am equally impressed and disappointed
As it feels like the suffering will never end
But I know better
And I have been built to hold and withstand such grief
I will rise again.