weeping inwardly
my heart swells with salty water
when still
when quiet
it will surface
like an ocean wave
reaching for any shore
first a ripple
but then
if unchecked
a tsunami
of pain
of grief
of loss
a deep wrenching breaking
a coming undone
dismantling
deconstructing
heavy chains painfully crank open doors
and the waters rise
from above
from below
from within
adrift in its wild turbulence
I reach for the rock
only when gripping tight
when gripped tight
do the words come
peace
be still
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