There is a space in which we all surrender
in which we all drink in the unknown
drink in the fact that everything is unknown
we let ourselves drown in it
as the tears empty us –
dry us out so we may be filled
with something greater than the pain
greater than the ways in which
we thought things had to be.
There is a space in which we hold on too tightly
too caught up in our day-to-day –
we are crumpled paper
and must learn to unfold ourselves
one crinkle at a time
we must learn how to be unfolded
into a space in which we have no idea of the outcome –
let us bask in the unknown
let us breathe in faith
let us come through this trial
and tribulation not because we were strong
but because we are weak
and knew it
and owned it
and danced with our weakness
so we could love ourselves
no matter the outcome