when you can, heal
when you can’t, rest
when you’re lost, seek grounded earth,
touch velvet, smell citrus, taste the salt
of your tears for you are an ocean, you
are more than your parts and none of
yourself simultaneously.
you are the colors of the shallows, and
the stillness of the depths, you are life
affirming and overwhelming, both a
siren’s call and solace.
to hold this in your palms,
demands a strength few will understand,
many will fear, and even more will seek
out to quench their own insatiable thirst.
it is both burden and gift,
you who can choose to drown or sustain
the world of emotions around you, who
can host entire quiet worlds or crash onto
the earth and demand attention in silence.
when you can’t, rest
when you can, heal
