On the way back home this evening; as I drove past dusts and the dark, I cried again.
Cried for my wretched parts.
Cried for my unpopular, unbeknownst past.
I’ve known sobbing helps.
And, tears are a blessing when the pain is real, when the cut is rich!
Because, if you don’t know it yet, It’s how you actually heal yourself.
Despite, on most calendar days, you pretend to be strong and full but there are also days, you want to wear down that mask and just be by your all-self!
Well, tonight is one of those nights for me.
Immersive. Vulnerable. Reflective.
A whisper cries from within; Says, “You are enough, You know you are enough, stupid! You’re enough!”
[A thoughtful break. With deep, deep long breathes]
Taking a digital sabbatical vacation, I.
Tired.