Today I let my tears flow as freely as the morning rain. Perhaps there is some sadness in these tears, but they are mostly tears of letting go.

Letting go of who I was, of expectation and of disappointment. Letting go of the illusions of helplessness and control simultaneously. Letting go of the questions that cannot be answered and the burdens that cannot be lightened.

It's a bittersweet letting go. It's painful and scary and ugly. And yet it's liberating and filled with a vulnerable beauty that can neither be described nor ignored for its rawness and its truth.

I don’t know what will be left of me when the tears all fall away to find the sea. Perhaps there will only be shell of a woman left behind...

A beautiful shell, less fragile than she might appear. An empty vessel waiting to be filled again with laughter and tears and the wisdom of both. 
 


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