I sit on the logged bench, watching the alabaster cascades, make a monstrous sound on its fall,
before flowing gently on the moss rimed stones, charting its own course.
I take courage to let go of my tears, from the cliff of my cheek, unabashedly down to the bottom of my soul, releasing the burden of the emotional upheaval.
My briny tears, cleanse my soul of all the hurt.
A constant companion, my faithful dog, a sole witness to my purgation, wags his happiness to see me move on, to face the challenge with renewed vigor.