those days

those days when the pieces of sadness within are amplified by the room that is being created in your womb for what is to come next.

the act of letting go that requires no effort. the releasing of hopes and dreams that lived inside the mind that never came to be.

the shedding of tears, water leaving the body, water imprinted by the energetics of the soul who knows both the depths of eternity and the complexity of what flows through today.

surrendering to ones reality even when the truth of ones desires have yet to be experienced.

lessening the grip on those things that require more than just your own effort and commitment…somethings simply cannot be without the merging of multiple realities.

simultaneously trusting that all is meant to be exactly how it is while grieving the things that still sit lovingly on the surface of your heart.

those days when the world feels cruel and hard yet soft and caring, depending on which way you look.

those days when everything is fine and then it’s not and all you can do is let it be how it is.

these days, they come and go, i let them flow, spiralling, cycling, changing with the phases of the moon, shifting with the faces of the feminine, and love remains at the centre of it all.