I’m at the edge of a steep cliff.Standing over the precipice.Below is the deep abyss,Endless waves crash against it. Rock walls, never doomed to fall, but me…I’m not connected to it personally.I can feel the impact vibrating beneath.It’s unsettling, I am subject to all around me. I close my eyes. Going inside for sanctuary.I imagine … Continue reading Shadow Work Poetry Series: Submerge, Purge, Regurgitate, and Release