this time,

let my grief overtake me,

let it wash over the places

I've spent a lifetime

trying to keep untouched and dry.

let me weep

with the weight of all that was lost,

and all that never came to be.

 

and like the rocks

that meet the ocean

again and again,

may I soften

with every encounter...

 

not into something smaller,

or something less,

but into something

that no longer needs

sharp edges to survive.

​

and when we sit at the edge,

you and I,

and the waves come crashing

again

again

again​

may I learn

that I can be changed by this water

not erased,

not washed away —