Let it go into the night,
don’t carry it forward,
it never belonged to you.
It happened to you, was not of you.
As your eyes close
offer it to the darkness
its endless arms easily holding everything you felt,
the ways you hid,
the feeling of damage,
the confusion,
distress,
anger,
fear.
These are feathers floating on the surface until their dryness recedes
and they sink into the emptiness from which they came.
Your breath eases,
follow it into sleep,
surrender to the rest being given you.
Someone is waiting in your dreams to cherish you,
and remind you how to fly.
