When I'm crying, or
When the tears come
Then I am really living
I don't know why
I know a lot gets stuck inside
And it it somehow "hits" me
I feel it
I feel it all*
And it's all jumbled
immense
overwhelming
confusing
Life...
My brain seems to spend a lot of time
Trying to figure it all out
Make sense of it all
But I can't
And I probably won't
Maybe when I cry is when I see reality
It IS big
And I can't figure it out
So just feel it
Acknowledge
the pain
the challenges
the impossibilities
Let it out in the tears
And then
Pick up and go on
The tears are when I've named it, owned it
And only when I own it
Can I live it
Yep, tears are really living
Tears will pave the way forward
*Maybe this is part of being in the "gut" (8, 9, 1) group on the Enneagram?
(May 30, 2018--discovered in 'drafts.' Not sure why I didn't post earlier)
(May 30, 2018--discovered in 'drafts.' Not sure why I didn't post earlier)
