When You Rest

When you
finally
let yourself rest

no judgment
no vigilance

when you sink past the terror
into the relief of bordom

you might tear up

in honor of the sweetness
the permission to be exactly how you are
with no focus on how you are not

You might grieve 
in honor of each moment
you did not have such generosity
to give

From my unpublished book of poetry, Eat Your Trauma

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