"Undone"

My emotions come and I feel washed over, pulled in, overtaken by feelings that want out, tears that cry "give us free" and yet my stubborn butt refuses to budge.

I don't want the heaves. I don't want the lost speech greatly covered by whimpers and hiccups of try-to-stifle cries and sobs. I don't want them free because then, in that moment, I become undone.

Undone. And when undone I'm no longer in control. I have to surrender to a process of life that was built into me to help me cope and live and breathe. I have to surrender to the pain because the pain makes me alive. The pain reminds me there's more to this thing than just me.

So, I have to be undone. And I gotta let the water flow. Um, emotions, you are free to evacuate these premises, in 5-4-3-2-1...

Written by Melody L. Copenny
May 1, 2011