W(hole)

It begins slow and gentle

Like the rising sun.

Our skin warms,

Chests rise and fall,

Push and pull,

An ancient dance.

We race to the finish,

Breath heavy, mouths open-

Searching,

And then – release!

Sweet release of all the pain and sadness I carry.

The tears come

And I am whole again.

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