Layers

Beneath the agitation, sits frustration.
Beneath the frustration, creeps anger.
Beneath anger, rests rage.
Beneath rage, nestles grief.
Beneath grief, lies an ocean of sorrow. 
And beneath that ocean of sorrow, waits release.
Beneath release, flows a vast, endless, boundless river of deep, deep peace.

Beloved.
There is a part of you which is utterly, achingly tired.
Exhausted beyond reckoning. 
It's ok to rest. To seek a reprieve. 
To lay down the continuous quest to prove your worth and worthiness. 
You are enough. 
You have done enough. 
You are a human being.
Not a human doing.

I love you.

-e