I want to make a collage of my feelings
Cut out the pictures of my grief and glue them where it hurts
A picture of the complexity of being alive
This is what feeling looks like.
An attempt at artificial synaesthesia
Transfiguring one sense into another
So I can see it
Detached from the space it occupies in my body
Analyse it as words, as simile, as metaphor
I know how to do this
What I am still learning is
How to be
Fully present in my feelings
How to sit with them
Like swimming in the ocean
Waves whipped wild on the West Coast
I allow them to carry me,
to subsume me
I do not fight them
But I will not drown
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