For the Broken-Hearted
I know your heart is broken.
How could it not be?
After what you've seen and heard,
thought and felt.
There is no way to un-see what is seen
or un-feel it.
And there is this lingering thought
circling inside your scull like a lost sparrow
or pounding with needles in your chest:
You'll never get over this.
Or feel half-human again.
Or even deserve (deserve?) feeling better than you do now.
But let me share something nobody ever told me:
It's not just that today isn't forever, though it's not.
And it's not just that we can be distracted from the gash.
There is something about the wound itself
that holds the answer.
though our inclination is to always look away.
It's the broken place that reveals what's deepest
and best.
Seen sometimes through the blood and gore.
So just hold it like a newborn.
Sing to it, rock it.
And some day the only thing left will be a scar.
And you'll say, Ah, now that was bad.
But I'm here still.
Fully.
