Day 28

Internal

I held it all in,

afraid it might escape

like smoke from my ears

or tears from my eyes

or maybe a dance,

my entire body

finding a rhythm

I’d never known.

I held it all in,

though.

I couldn’t let it out,

the version of myself

that might actually

be me,

that might actually

bring me home

in a way I didn’t know

I could go.

The internal world

is different,

sometimes safe,

sometimes terrifying,

telling us what is

and isn’t true,

telling us what

everyone else

already said.

So, at some point,

we’ve got to let it out.

We’ve got to scream

and dance

and blow smoke

and get pissed

so that we can

fully live,

fully love,

fully find

our way to

that waiting

front door,

where a sign says

I’ve been waiting for you.