She’s not reaching out
or grasping for anything
or anyone anymore.
Right here
she has herself.
As she has always been
underneath it all.
In love.
At peace.
Whole.
There is no need to struggle
or fight anymore.
It’s all simply
a letting go now.
Like being under water for a very long time
and simply
rising up for air.
Rising
Rising
Rising.
To breath in again
and yet
as she never has before.
The air never tasted so sweet.
Her breath so pure.
Her mind as clear as water now.
Her heart like a balloon.
Expanding.
Out
Out
Out.
So full and yet empty all at once.
Once.
Once.
One.
Going.
Going.
Gone.
