loss
𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀
there’s a tightness.
a constriction in my body.
an embrace.
when you squeeze
just a bit more
right before you let go.
the hardest part.
letting go.
it’s rough and riddled
with pangs of the heart.
It’s loss.
It hurts.
I had this life
that was being lived
and in an instant
it was gone.
My breath carries me
back there
holding me
in that moment.
I am there just long enough
until I’m brought back here.
Being sure not to linger
or get stuck in the loop.
It all feels like yesterday.
Until it doesn’t.
The scents start to fade.
The intense emotions
lessen and fall away.
Leaving me bare.
Sitting with myself
I realize that I wasn’t truly living.
It’s a wild thought to be honest.
And here I am
flying over the canyons
looking out at the place
I once sat in despair.
Now I see
how both moments
were necessary
to my process.
It’s freed me,
my choice.
I am free
to be honest
to be vulnerable
to be, undoubtedly, me.
As I share my experiences I transmute my grief. These images and words come from the exact same part of me that was once filled with loss.
This beautifully full & open heart.
𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀
there’s a tightness.
a constriction in my body.
an embrace.
when you squeeze
just a bit more
right before you let go.
the hardest part.
letting go.
it’s rough and riddled
with pangs of the heart.
It’s loss.
It hurts.
I had this life
that was being lived
and in an instant
it was gone.
My breath carries me
back there
holding me
in that moment.
I am there just long enough
until I’m brought back here.
Being sure not to linger
or get stuck in the loop.
It all feels like yesterday.
Until it doesn’t.
The scents start to fade.
The intense emotions
lessen and fall away.
Leaving me bare.
Sitting with myself
I realize that I wasn’t truly living.
It’s a wild thought to be honest.
And here I am
flying over the canyons
looking out at the place
I once sat in despair.
Now I see
how both moments
were necessary
to my process.
It’s freed me,
my choice.
I am free
to be honest
to be vulnerable
to be, undoubtedly, me.
As I share my experiences I transmute my grief. These images and words come from the exact same part of me that was once filled with loss.
This beautifully full & open heart.
𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀
there’s a tightness.
a constriction in my body.
an embrace.
when you squeeze
just a bit more
right before you let go.
the hardest part.
letting go.
it’s rough and riddled
with pangs of the heart.
It’s loss.
It hurts.
I had this life
that was being lived
and in an instant
it was gone.
My breath carries me
back there
holding me
in that moment.
I am there just long enough
until I’m brought back here.
Being sure not to linger
or get stuck in the loop.
It all feels like yesterday.
Until it doesn’t.
The scents start to fade.
The intense emotions
lessen and fall away.
Leaving me bare.
Sitting with myself
I realize that I wasn’t truly living.
It’s a wild thought to be honest.
And here I am
flying over the canyons
looking out at the place
I once sat in despair.
Now I see
how both moments
were necessary
to my process.
It’s freed me,
my choice.
I am free
to be honest
to be vulnerable
to be, undoubtedly, me.
As I share my experiences I transmute my grief. These images and words come from the exact same part of me that was once filled with loss.
This beautifully full & open heart.
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