pricking the crusty scab over the wound in my heart…letting it bleed
I must…there is no alternative if I want to be an alive, pliable, feeling human being
a moment’s courage to stick the needle of my consciousness in
please, hold my hand, Greater Self
and it’s done. see, it only hurt for a moment
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ahhh, the relief of letting it flow
the cleansing tears, the exorcizing of little demons in the dark corners of my psyche
the ones that have held court, whispering lies into my ears,
stringing nets and springing traps
grabbed up by the rush of cleansing waters from the genuine soul
lifted by the torrent of feeling, they are exposed and expunged through the grand golden portal of my heart
poured out onto the stones at my feet where they flip and writhe
I feel awe and compassion as I watch them dissolve in the light of the sun
