Flow through…

by indigosparke

Breakdown
Breakthrough
Bits break off and it feels lighter and a little easier…

A sticky blanket of grief and reflection seeps into our lungs making it hard to breathe.

Hot tears fall burning our cheeks and staining our sheets.

Murmured fears and realisations trickle from our mouths.

Holding tight and not letting go…

But letting go…

There is no room for those things on this journey.

Whooshhhhhkkkaaa

Breathe easy . . .

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