Doorway, mixed media, circa 2012

My grief
I walk across mountains and plains
they ask
why are you so sad?
I tell them: If I could give you an answer for each tear,
my voice would be hoarse.

Do you know me,
Do I let you know me, and
do I want you to know me,
beauty sadness rawness and all?

I am getting reacquainted with myself
this journey, this pace, is mine
I have pushed myself so hard before
Now, it is simply time to release.

I keep walking.


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