She sits, huddled,
a small child,
back against the wall.
Fluid fills,
pushing upward and outward,
eventually escaping,
drip,
drip,
drip.
So many emotions,
sadness…drip,
pain…drip,
loneliness and fear,
drip, drip.
She sits huddled,
abandoned,
she pulls her legs closer,
tight to her chest,
but she can hear it still,
drip,
drip,
drip.
She studies the pool
collecting at her feet;
a reflection of sorrows,
shimmering,
shining,
swirling.
Amid the pain
a light grows,
rising,
shining outward,
joy is found,
freedom flies,
forgiveness frees
and love reigns,
drip,
drip,
drip.
Happiness is added,
mixed into the pool
creating rainbows;
gladness arises,
followed by gratitude,
drip,
drip,
drip.
The grip lessens,
knees unfold,
arms relax,
emotions swirl together
as understanding dawns,
and fluid recedes.
One final splash,
in a pool of sorrows
and joys;
for tears come with both,
some good,
others not so much.
She rises,
freed from the chains,
restraints that bound,
binding her to the past,
restricting no more.
Arms stretch outward,
and upward,
as light fills,
and soothes;
cleansing away
sorrows and pains,
and hurts of old.
Acceptance occurs,
understanding,
and knowledge
rise with the light,
and peace arrives
on wings of love,
given long ago,
for her,
for all.
Fear not,
for I am here;
rise, my child,
and remember
that you were made to shine.
© Leslie C Dobson
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