Bedrock

Reflections on healing

Photo by Romain Virtuel on Unsplash

= BEDROCK =

it looked linear; it was spiral
how else to pick up the fragments i discarded
if i just continued life in a straight line

i thought i was getting out
i was drawn to a descent
a return to my roots

i thought i was mere darkness
i am darkness and more

i thought i had to become the light
i just needed to draw the blinds

i had to desert the path
to be on the path

forgo the idea of the flame
sense what i love

let the melting take its place
relaxing these taut muscles, releasing my long-held breaths
seeing through the veils

— i was abandoned; i abandoned —

— i was left behind; i left behind —

— i was dropped; i dropped —

— i remained —

— i stayed —

— i abide —

I am.

---

🍯 The Dandelion Notes ~ Writer’s Fund

If you feel nourished by these notes and wish to support the continuation of this work, please consider sending your support via PayPal, Venmo @RosslynChay. A paid option also exists as a form of quiet patronage.

---

Did someone forward this to you?

Hello. I am Rosslyn Chay (謝雲), poet × soulworker. I write from the terrain of grief and fracture, breathing life into what is carried in silence. The Dandelion Notes are field notes from this practice.