Exhaling 4-9-21 Am I what I am feeling? Do my emotions define me? Spending time on the ocean Adrift in a boat without oars I’ve had the chance to trust That in spite of what I feel I am safe. I was so long immersed In the beguilement of love, Bathing in the beauty of it, Sheltered in its protective harbor. When, in an instant, it was taken, Rendering me lost and searching In vain. In the many days since Experiencing the many faces Of emotions and deep sorrow, I have learned to acquiesce, To find contentment within. Yet it often eludes me, leaving me Still wanting. Trusting there is a process Engaged within is an alliance, A microcosm of the infinite, Oneness with all that is. Herein dwells the safe harbor That keeps me secure Forever cherished. Letting my emotions Simply be what they are, Observing the comings And goings of them all I might find the freedom To explore beyond the borders Of grief. There can be a coalition Between grief and joy Where both might occupy The same space in time. Easing the barriers between them There can be a cease fire An amicable truce. Both factors may ebb and flow As ocean tides have always done. Calming expectations To facilitate internal peace Accepting uncertainties Making way for evidential change, I trust.
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