Sometimes it slams into me before
I can brace, and so I can only
lean into it, let it
take me
tumble me
leave me breathless, heart pounding, out
of sorts, searching for words that
will bring breath
back to my lungs, shock my heart
back to rhythm, mend my soul of the
momentary tatters healed over again
and again.
*
A bone broken heals
harder. Stronger. A shredded soul isn’t as
durable, but it knows how to layer each tatter,
one over the other, creating a
tapestry bound by sorrow, and the
promise of joy.
Sending you many hugs, much love, and wishes of peace!
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((((hugs))))
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