Relief
The relief I felt the moment you told me that I didn’t have to explain something so magical to you, because you understood that mo matter what I had to say, it was magical to me, and that was all that mattered. That kind of relief is everything.
This poem and prompt reminded me of this one I wrote about a month ago. 🧡
What a relief
to let go of being good,
to set down,
to release,
to be held
and understood.
When i finally stop
To catch up to myself,
Light a candle,
Step on the yoga mat,
Breathe from my depths,
I sigh with relief.