It will come in waves.

Poem and photo by HFP alumni parent, Shayne Berry

It will come in waves.

 

Your desire to look away.
Your desire to make a difference.
Your leaden grief. Your wild hope.
Your untethered, uncharted beingness is not supposed to make sense right now.
We’ve never been here before.

 

It will come in waves. It’s ok. Let it.

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