The sun rises again

and so do I.

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I’ve been in hibernation since the last full moon, after visiting my father’s grave.

I’ve been sleeping.

Calming the storm.

Letting the dust settle.

Feeling every feeling.

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I haven’t practiced yoga, or gone running, or booked a Pilates class.

I haven’t left the house except to go to work or to get food.

My heart and my body have felt broken down and soft, as if they have been kneaded by hands stronger than them,

and I have not cared to fight it.

It’s not the time for fighting anything.

It’s the time for feeling everything.

But oh how we’ll fight, to not have to feel it.

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This morning, the rain has been swept aside by the sun, and

I am awake

to feel the ache.

It moves through, just like the storm.