<p>A flash of light breaks through the clouds of clamour, followed by faint sound &#8211; sparking a subtle interest in me.</p>
<p>Dull to most noise, I decide to lend an ear.</p>
<p>Wordless in nature and often ignored, I’m urged to lean in and let go.</p>
<p>A rumble runs its course from stomach, to head, to heart, turning noise into emotion.</p>
<p>Wanting to silence the uproar, I cannot.</p>
<p>I decide I must be-friend the emotion.</p>
<p>Uncertain, even fearful, feelings I’ve held hostage rise like fizzy bubbles, popping as they climb to the surface.</p>
<p>Lament, anger and unresolve simultaneously race to the surface, making it difficult to bear.</p>
<p>Innocent longings are drench in disappointment: What is now grieves what was not.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p>
<p>Former desires brave heartbreak with hopeful tears that not all is lost.</p>
<p>Healing is having the courage to wade in the muddy waters of the uncomfortable until the waters run clear.</p>
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The Great Cover Up
