It creeps up on you
Shards, a glimmer of their former self
It eats and gnaws and builds, tile by tile, block on block, a formidable fortress of broken things
Words spoken too soon, too late… words unspoken
Promises taking lone bullets long before the sunrise
Hearts shredded before they ever could beat
We heal and break again before the glue is dry
Ghosts of yesterday’s hurt waltzing delicately in the shadows
Every heart a suspect
Is it real? Worth it? Is it reserved for a lucky few?
Does it matter?
We find and lose it all again
The unrelenting cycle of pain too familiar
An unwelcome warmth, a staggered but well-oiled cycle
It stops somewhere, we hope
And we go forward, and then backwards to heal and hurt again.
About the Creator
Long before Medicine sought my heart and time, words stood by me and held me in a sweet warm embrace. And here again, they remind me that we are far from done on this journey.
Maybe someday I'll love again.