Connecting,
then turning away
from the pain.
Should I embrace it?
The depth
is daunting: I fear being
swallowed by a
sinkhole whole, her words
echoing as memories
flash in my mind.
Its cavity is stirred,
inescapable.
Striving in a
daily tug-of-life.
I carry the weight:
a sherpa's load,
traversing
my heart's terrain.
Do I build
a wall of armor
or allow the surge?
Embracing it, will I
sail to the shores
of acceptance?
There is not always a rope
to rescue her —to save
her from her own body…
I climb out from my heart,
one⋯step,⋯then⋯another.