Letting go

I need a beach. A quiet beach...sand between my toes....the murmur of the sea. Eyes on the distant horizon, while the wind plays with my hair. Birds flying home...the sinking sun. Stretching my arms out because it must feel so free. To be flying home.

I need a hand. Fingers to hold on to, while I sink. Sink then come up for air. Dragging in a breath, though my chest is so tight. To gently unclasp my hand, keep my eyes open all the while. It must be so free...to go under and never come up.

I need the world to disappear. Everything gone in the time it takes to wish. So when I scream that's all there is. Echoing back to me from every side...bouncing off rocks and walls..returning to me. It must feel so free...to scream. And never stop.

I need to pray. Find a moment for silent communication....while I look up at the sky. Down on my knees...being listened to. For once...It must feel so free..to be listened to, really listened to..to know He cares.

While I scream.