Like a flash flood in the desert,
I feel the oncoming rumble in my bones,
before the groundswell hits.
Engulfed, I struggle to breathe,
not knowing which way is up or down,
tumbling with the fierce tide pounding me.
An eternity, in a moment of white noise,
trying to ride the wave until it dissipates,
to be left bruised and bedraggled.
Stranded, on some random ground,
I crawl upright to start again,
the long walk back from grief.
You cannot heal me with your broken words,
smothered by your good intentions all renewal withers.
I shall be well
when the taste of life explodes in my heart
like sherbet on a tongue.
I am not your responsibility, I am my own
I cultivate my own garden
and what pleases me shall flourish
you cannot decide what I should keep
that choice is mine
and with it I will find redemption.
Breathe in the night
quiet fills my wounded heart
filter and exhale