In Gentle Lift

Swollen seas and swollen skin

As we decompress in the light of waning nights

There is sacred surrender that swallows my heart

In tears and in courage

I am not afraid to show myself,

to see myself in you

as I look through mirrors and reflections

and sigh in gratitude

for the strength that endures the darkness they said would swallow us like the sea

Here, with my head to the ground

gravity reminds me that most things are meant to be seen from below

that feelings rise from the pressure above

And as I let go to drift in gentle lifts

like captured air seeking the surface

in communion

I celebrate the length in which I held my breath

Because without sacrifice we are in separation