Sitting with my tears

Sitting with my tears
I recognise the etched feeling in my heart
Yes, it is grief
I see my tears as I sit with them
I acknowledge every inch
The pain
The growth
The wisdom
The loss
The losses
I visualise the roundness of life and the world
The many facets
The seasons
I breathe and be
I move forward, gently, with tiny baby steps
As I mother myself through this childless grief
Re building me
Making the empty cup full in different more meaningful ways
I honour myself with divine self-compassion

Karen Humphries