After the darkness, we rise
morning musings collection
Gentle, my soul.
Light kisses the earth
and again,
we are here,
pulsing
breathing
chasing
dreaming
hoping
bleeding
feeling forward one soft step at a time.
Each step smooths the masks away,
softens faces shaped by fear.
In the empty spaces rise comfort and restitution
with the hopeful echoes of lifetimes
spent rising and falling with the tide.
When the light sinks out of view,
the darkness becomes fertile.
The wet warm earth of all that buries us
cracks our shells in two.
We are left soft and bare,
exposed to the microbiome of metamorphosis
and the light reaches down to find us
to let us know
there is another way through.
About the Creator
E. B. Rowland
From the heart of motherhood, where tenderness and chaos share a breath, I write because I must - to make sense of living, to uplift the overlooked, and to outpour the magic of living raw to the bone.
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