POETRY

Some Time Away

Giving yourself permission to be present.

it can be as simple as taking a long breath, and appreciating the humbling sky.

watching

its carefree clouds fly, drift, and morph

until fading away into a mesmerizing death.

it can be as simple as letting yourself cry.

granting yourself permission

to let suffocating knots become loosened ties,

to let go of what has been stored inside your misty mind.

just as the sky’s clouds are designed to pour and pour

to release is not a want, but a need.

take a deep breath,

one

two

three

[those thoughts are no longer your north.]

release, and repeat.

so on and so forth.

Thank you for reading! It’s hard for me to give myself permission to cry. Sometimes I really want to, but physically cannot. One of the ways I try to be kinder to myself is by not shaming myself when I do, and try to release those mental blocks as best I can.

As I was writing this I realized this is my 40th poem on Medium, wow! Proud of that. Any small victories this week? Would love to hear from you! [I take a while to respond to comments, but I’ll get to them :-)]

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