ache

ache - the toppling over,
the feeling that something vital is disintegrating,
the stuck in the muck feeling
seeping out at the edges
- oh - I want to twist away from this loneliness.
there seems to be no place for it
in the swirling world around me.
all this sadness and unexpressed parts.

we can end up carrying all this sadness
and unexpressed bits of ourselves if we don't
speak up
spill often
and be truly as we are

I am learning that loving all the way
can ache and sting, but loving halfway
doesn't keep us safe,
it leaves us with a hope that could
never live out loud.

let yourself pour forward and be a
place for your ache to rest.

- from "the true and the questions" by sabrina ward harrison

heartbreak hurts.

it's supposed to, I guess. that's why it's called a "break" - a severing of what once was together. something, indeed, has been broken.

and in this pain I long to feel better, to be able to breathe, to rest... when really I must honor the brokenness.