Heartache

This Grief comes in waves.
Of Pain, and Heartwrenching Desolation.
It comes in layers, so many unknown.
Surprised by the quickness of Change. In seconds.
Hurt. No matter how much time has passed.
Heartbroken in every sense of the word. Broken.
This Grief comes in waves.
A surge, a rush. Unrestrained.
Too Strong to be tamed, or repressed...
I free It. I have to.
Confusion. Meltdowns Everywhere.
I Crash, again and again into the same old pain. Familiar now.
I embrace it... I have no Choice but to Feel.

Choreography: Maripili Araya

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