Today my heart is quiet.
And it knows deeply
that it has lived.
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Tag: Pain
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Muddy Waters
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Open. Release.
But did they give you a box of darkness?
Or was the darkness
already inside of you.
Waiting for someone to press:
open.
And release.
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These Tears
Do these tears make you
uncomfortable?
How about
this:
does the rain make you
uncomfortable?
The sky
is not afraid to rain, and I
am not afraid to cry.
I am not afraid of what you’ll
think
of me if I cry. Just as I am not
afraid
of what you’ll think of me if
I sneeze.
Or laugh.
Or breathe.
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Frozen In Time
Winter in my eyes,
the warm river of me
slowly
ceases to flow.
Frozen in time,
with only the memory
of two hearts spinning
into one
sweet
love.
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In-between
I’ve just read a friend’s blog post.
It’s broken me in half, completely stripped my soul bare.
It was about that very raw and real human conundrum: that invisible place between here and there.
That pristine place that almost exits, but doesn’t quite, and maybe never will.
That place in-between— it aches of unattainable knowing.
It is the fire that the phoenix rises from, before flying into the sunshine of a beautiful new day.
It feels so scary, to be here in this place in-between.
Do any of us ever know what’s on the other side of the flames?
No.
Maybe that’s what makes this place feel so raw.
So truly achingly real.
Humanity.
What the bloody hell do you do to me?
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A Better Day
There’s a hurricane in your pain.
It whirls around my body as I feel you;
all the moments
that sliced you open
and exposed the parts of your soul
you’ve tried so hard to forget.
I see you,
and I hope that you
will find the clarity to
one day
see yourself beyond the
broken.
You’ve always been beautiful.
You’ve always
been on the road
to a better day.
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The Ache Of Ever After
When the sun joins hands
with the silver white mountain tops,
she will remember him.
And an ache will drift slowly
across the heart left
between them.
An ache of ever after’s
‘what if.’
An ache
always to linger on.
There must have been a fire like this before.
The last fire…
she couldn’t remember it,
couldn’t remember a burn
on each and every side before.
Then again
she had a habit of forgetting the fire
like all the other humans did.
Of hiding it under rocks
and mud
and other things.
Like boyfriends,
then husbands,
then wine.
Hiding the flames worked for a while.
Hiding the flames had always worked.
For a while.
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Life Aches
Do not look at me and tell me
that life does not ache
sometimes.
Life aches.
When life is truly
and bravely felt:
life
aches
sometimes.
