when I talk about my life
tears will fill my eyes
expressing the awe
and the agony
the triumphs
and traumas

of all I’ve been through

every time I talk about it
tears will fall from my eyes
as we don’t get to
talk about these things

But when we do

my heart will feel like it’s breaking
again
but it’s not
like tectonic plates
after earthquakes
it shakes
settling into a new place
release
let ease

a little less resistance 

into
a little more into the acceptance
of what is

of what took place
what took up space

it will lean in a little more
and accept
what was endured…

a little more

to open up
to allow something to enter
to allow the new

allow a little more
of what’s trapped
to move through

and when you tell me your stories
I will cry with you, too
’cause what I feel for myself
I also feel for you