Talk.
While you cry.
While your eyes are squeezed shut.
While the tears wash your face.
Say what’s in your heart.
Run through the memories.
Speak what you really mean.
And things will pass and ease.
Go through the hurt, the betrayal, the places of no return (you’ll be here many times though). And then when that’s through, you can find the places where you can say thank you.
You’re only grieving because you were blessed to experience something good.
And when it ends
When the scrunched up expression smoothes and the anger has left in strangled screams,
When the tears start to dry,
Even though you’re no closer to understanding any of the reasons why,
You’re calmer and you’ll find the weird centre of quiet and peace.
I’ve been left exposed, vulnerable.
I’ve shared my dreams and I’ve been read easily.
Depending on the kindness of others is a dangerous way to live.
And being trusting also means that sometimes, you’ll get your heart broken.
A whole-hearted life means the brilliant waves of blissful “oh”s and the crushing grasp of gasps.
Right now, let me wrap myself in softness, in gentleness, in my own love, again. Let me be careful of who I’m with and what I hear. Let me hold my poise and the words I speak.
And hope that the next time I trust someone… I’m not left sitting in bed talking through my tears.
