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