Today an inner
voice said, “What if you just let yourself weep?”
Because having a puppy is harder than I thought
Because all the work decluttering seems for naught when I
see how much I still have and how obscene it is in a global context
Because even being sober and abstinent isn’t a magic potion
against feeling overwhelmed somedays
Because isolation is lonely and virtual connections don’t quite
meet some primal need to connect
What if I just let myself weep without even knowing why?
Because we’re all connected and so many are hurting
What if I just let myself weep instead of bucking up,
counting my blessings, or thinking of someone else for a change?
What if I just let myself weep?
How long would it last? 10 minutes? Thirty? An hour or more?
Am I afraid I won’t stop?
If I wept every time I felt sad, scared, anxious, impatient, out of my element, in over
my head, or utterly alone, would it be like an afternoon tropical shower that
clears the air and enhances the sun?
What if I just let myself weep because others have so hardened
their hearts that some of us have taken on their quota of feeling?
What if I let myself weep because some people won’t make it through
these times, at all.
If I cry today I could feel lighter tomorrow and see glimmers
of goodness and slivers of solace anywhere I truly looked.
Why don’t you just let yourself weep?
