Brimming eyes

Turbulent and peaceful is the ocean. Waves can soothe and calm or they can smash and kill me.

Heaviness envelops me and darkness comes sliding its way towards my eyes; I can see you.

I cannot bear the dark shadows and sharp edges. I want to see some glimmer of hope, a smile, a shining light.

And yet this too cannot remain.

Tears come easily these days.

Why does the ocean meet the shore in this glorious self-defining, all consuming nurturing and yet desolate way? The waves are peaking, absorbing me.

I am transcending the story of being broken.

I am a surging wave of energy, vitality, and I am whole and willing myself to breathe, deeply and completely as I ride this wave of pain.

I am a magnetic force drawing into my senses, trying to reason with my defenses. I am trying to glean some wisdom from my inner cries: you are not broken!

I am wiping my eyes brimming. Tears fall easily. I am softly rocking myself asleep. It is time to wake up.