Emotions; yearning, aching,
but for what?
Both questions and answers elude me
lost in life’s fog.
I’m drowning, suffocating,
I need to expand and fly.
Instead, I continue to retreat and retract,
Frustration fills the void that once was me.
I have to stop.
Let myself breathe.
Let myself mourn for what is lost
and forever gone.
Let it go, move past, move forward, move on.
I abandon myself, falling,
into the cauldron, warm, dark welcoming.
The womb engulfs me, takes me deep inside myself.
I emerge. Cleansed.
Torn, I am repaired, replaced and reborn.
I am crone.
I am wise.
I am strong.
I am beautiful.
I am ME.