Is it grief?
Yet no one died
Is that a relief
or a reason to cry?
The ability to feel
basic human quality
Sometimes seems unreal
like a foreign entity
Embracing it is a task
one best faced unmasked
Told to like the good ones
and get rid of the bad ones
But if all allow us to go deeper
why do we run like it’s the reaper?
A challenge to be sure
but what else are we here for
meant to grow and stretch
discover what has not yet been met
Maybe it is the tool we choose to use
to face the unraveling rule
of riding the emotions
to places in motion
no fixed beginning or end
too hard for the head to comprehend
Bring our hearts to the task
there is suddenly the room
for what gets unmasked
Good or bad is no longer the criteria
only what calls us to meet
the seeming inner hysteria
with acceptance and noncompete
Inhabiting a beat that likes to groove
a space where no one needs to prove
we can be carried through
to a new point of view
One that makes room for all of who we are
not worried about others seeing our scars
only how to transform them into bright burning stars
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