It’s hit harder than I thought it would.
Emotions moving like the tides,
rising quickly in the quiet moments
and retreating slowly,
wave by wave.
My hands feel the weight of it,
the heaviness of the emptiness.
It sits in my palms,
trickling through the cracks—
an hourglass with infinite sand.
I lay awake in bed—
left alone with my heart,
my musings and ideations,
my tears of salt
dripping slowly into each ear canal.
It never truly had a label,
but it brought me joy—
joy and confusion and
confidence and
comfort to know that I am capable.
So It Goes 