Waterfalls have always been the only way of opening a door to my soul. 

In those places, water surrenders. 

It plummets off the edge into nothingness, fumbling, whacked, flying, spraying and frothing with no fear

Like the water I’ve surrendered to the falls

I’ve shown them, given them my ugly and my blackness. 

And they left me like a 

Lighter, brighter, and smiling

They opened my soul, flowed through, scrubbing clean, healing and restoring. 

But no body had that power until we loved.

Until we hugged. 

Until I felt the waterfall within me, the same roaring and flushing

From my heart, no my soul, with its doors open for the first time in an eternity

Cleansed, liberated from a lifetime of dirt, grime, plaque and mold

The brightness is back and the light has returned

Maybe, thanks to you, it won’t always take a grueling hike to get there.

No. 

To here.