levi

you are at my breast,
and cannot thank God enough.
my family complete,
and growing, now just the pruning
to begin.

breakdown.
immovable.
i feel heavy.
the urge to shut down,
tighten and close.
yet the tears flow.
and when tears
come out,
hope makes it's way in.
it starts with the
tiniest light.
which becomes bright.
i still am weighted.
but the pain changes.