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#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry #17 - Emotional sea

My heart is unusually heavy today...
Saying goodbye is never easy...
Not when all you want to do is will that person to stay and never let go.

Not when you have visions of them being around for every single memory,
Every single smile,
Every single moment...that makes the most mundane parts of life worthwhile.

I feel this cloud of grimness,
That is hard to explain.

It is as if my chest has been ripped or shattered open...
And the weight of a massive boulder has been left to press against it for all eternity.

Trembling... I am trembling.
As my fears erupt and my vulnerability peels away at me one layer at a time. Leaving me exposed, stripped... Raw.

I am adrift on a sea of emotional havoc.
Beaten and wind thrashed...with barely enough breath left in me to cry.

Exhaustion takes over,
And I will my eyes shut and pray.

The rest... The rest is hazy.
I am at peace now. In this moment. Enveloped by this sea of calm and tranquility...

Quietly,
Oh so quietly,
My tears begin to finally flow.

- Y. Salmon

*Original image courtesy of www.freshdoodle.com

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