The tears roll
Down my cheeks
Gratitude so deep, so intense
It washes me into the chambered palaces of my heart
The ones I used to think were in ruins
But those cities rise once again
From the deep, dark pools of my psyche.
To rise again
To feel good again
To be happy again
To feel solid again
Because I’ve risked it all to be vulnerable
I’ve risked it all to heal myself
And these new structures
They are built to last
With the bricks of my truth and the mortar of my big, beating heart
They are sealed with the sloppy kiss of authenticity.
This new city
It’s not flashy
But it’s real---
But not vacant
Dark and sparkling
photo: Ryan Moreno, Unsplash.