drkottaway posted: " poem: release I can't do it, Beloved or noI don't know how, Beloved release old grief, I am told I am to have the intention dailyto release old grief it sits in my throataching lump, knot, oldI don't know how oldis it from before birthI ha"
I am to have the intention daily to release old grief
it sits in my throat aching lump, knot, old I don't know how old is it from before birth I haven't looked up whether antibodies to tuberculosis cross the placenta attacking
Kell kills that is one of the antibodies that can kill a fetus
I have the grief a tiger by the tail
at first I was afraid that releasing it would lose some core part of myself that the me I have built is the nacre, a pearl wrapped around a core of grief
but Beloved I try to listen I try so hard to listen to have faith why pay for help without attempting to follow the ideas unless they are so clearly wrong
conversation with myself the past the woman the girl the child the fetus let the grief go gently
Beloved maybe I am not gentle enough full speed ahead maybe I need to cradle the grief more rock it, comfort it, thank it grief, you protected me so much from the patterns in the family
Beloved maybe I need to thank the grief before I let it go
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