There’s no doubt that there will be more difficult waves for me to swim through. But the one thing I remind myself of, is that my peace is always at my fingertips. I make that choice.
It’s a dull ache
In my tummy
It’s a vibration of thoughts
It’s a shake
It’s a quiver
It’s in my bones
It’s in my veins
Sometimes it hurts
Like a sadness
A heartbreak
Cloak of grief
Burden of loss
Weight of memory
And she whispered
Use it
Use it for good
Let it flow through you
Use it