Poem №023

The sky is a perfect blue
Punctuated by white puffy clouds
The mountains rise like giants
Watching over the valley
We gathered wildflowers
And brought them to our first home
We walked through the forests
And filled our lungs with healing

My heart aches to say goodbye
This place holds a piece of me
And so many other parts of me don’t belong here
I don’t know how to wrap my whole self up
I don’t know how to hold the whole thing
And maybe that’s okay

But my heart aches
And I’m not used to staying open to the ache
I’m not used to staying when I could run
Or unraveling when I could numb

So I turn forward the blue sky
And I drive towards the mountains
And I’ll sit with the wildflowers
And I’ll breathe another breath
And I’ll let the ache take me with it
And maybe there I’ll touch the wholeness
Of the thing I’m so afraid to let go of