Oh, we have all been there. That place where brokenness, a roadblock, lies firmly between us and the we that we know we will eventually be, if it weren’t for the mess that we are. We stare into the mirror, not recognizing the tear-streaked skin, the dark circles under our eyes, the fact that breathing seems, well to be impossibly continuing…
I am talking about heartbreak. We have all experienced it. And, as we know. It DOES GET BETTER. We find a way to breathe again. To eat again. To make it through a night of sleep, rather peacefully, though it takes time. I’ve experienced my fair share of brokenness and sometimes, I write. It’s usually not my best work, but I earned it. So, with that, I share…
Broken
The seasons of several are
crashing down around me,
a hard steady rain I did not expect.
The mirror is splintered
tiny silver fragments scattering,
my thoughts scatter with them.
I looked into your face and knew…
you have the power
to destroy me.
I don’t need you to do it for me.
The seasons of several
crashing down around me,
a hard steady pain I did not expect.
If you are going through something truly terrible right now…know that after the night, always comes a bright, burning sunrise, and with it, promises anew.
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