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The gutted out old tree
Letting in air
No place for growth or release.
Somewhere in the hollow
Is my heart.
Torn and pushed aside
I can sense it now.
With an in-breath comes just a touch of light
And in the hollow, this hollow
A single drop of sap seeps out.
Finally, now I settle
As I feel my heartbeat.
Let your rules of what should be fall away.
There is only room here for the broken hearted;
Those whose journey has been long.
They are returning home now
To the empty space
In the hollow.
When are you going to move on?” they ask.
Move on from the loss, the grieving, the ache in your bones…
But I do know this: as sure as the sun rises and sets, you will grieve.
But be empowered and emboldened to say:
Today I move with the grief, not move on from it.
The wise know we don’t ever really move on.
But we make conscious, brave choices
To move with it, inviting our whole selves
To accept the pain and still choose
to move and to live,
as fiercely as we can,
Just live.
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