First Light

Grace is gazing upon me

An ease

A whisper

You are held

You are safe

Soften

Trust

where did this come from

this longing to heal

grief

from the caves of my lungs

the sound currents of my past

swelling

rising

up

are no longer contained

no longer held

no longer

not a moment longer

managed

maintained

hidden

tucked away within the depths of my being

they come from the root

rising

swelling

gathering

collecting

Expanding

Touching the wounds, the hurt, the pain, the sufferring

They are awakened, activated

beckoning the gut to act

to pump

contract

guttural sounds

sounds

calls from deep within

want to be heard

the longing to be expressed

announcing, signaling

scooping up all it can

bringing it in

closer

closer

making it real

to touch, feel

more and more

bringing it towards

gathering

collecting

to be seen, felt, heard

propelled by the gut

waves

guttural sensations swell and

meet the heart

pulsing, beating

gaining vibration

rising to the throat

until they can no longer be contained

no longer be ignored

rising up

to breathe for the first

time

to touch the light

carried on the wind

to be set forth

mouth open

release