In the warmth of a summer forest
I sat in the mossy scented air so low
quietly still, as silent raindrops fell
my woodwind breath of music, floated
as I remembered how to breathe
awakened in my soul, a well of joy and sorrow
it came in waves, to flood the heart, it’s empty halls and chambers
a wave of grief soon surfacing, and I with nowhere else to run
was made to feel, letting the wave take me, a wet washing of tears
cry of locked away fears – deep to feel
of my hidden soul, a truth revealed
how sacred a moment, a place to heal