it is okay to not know how
one might find the way
to a better solution, or any
solution.
it is okay that there are no
words;
you’re still looking for
them,
they are shadows on the
walls of a cave,
fugitive and strange. you
know what you want to say
but it is only with your
body.
or rather, it is only in
your body.
and maybe this is how
silence speaks –
with the body, and whispers
about changes that are not
chains.
and so embrace this grieving.
there is no point in
thinking that
something on the edge of
meaning
should not bear so much
weight,
should not wield so much
power,
should not be beyond words
and the way to name this
moment.
you have a decision to make.
it is not an easy decision -
though no one ever promised
you any easy decisions –
and the consequences are
unknown.
write down the words and
measure them.
or carry them in your hands
to build a monument.
determine their worth.
take a
breath.
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