when a heart holds
the deepest love possible
grief is a cavern
the heart is absorbing
this loss of … itself
and needs longer to mend
it needs compassion
to fill the many cracks
of its brokenness
each day
brings a tiny bit of healing
however minute
some days feel endless
with the exhausting work
of knitting together the pieces
other days
the numbness
is the only thing felt
but over time
the work becomes second nature
a new daily rhythm
once a heart’s today
can begin to imagine breathing
tomorrow will come like the sun’s rise
I promise
