
Being done feels like
A dead place in the heart
Where nothing wants to grow
Where the will to try is blighted
And indifference is all that remains
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Being done feels like
A dead place in the heart
Where nothing wants to grow
Where the will to try is blighted
And indifference is all that remains
-gws

I’m learning how to experience joy without
my broken heart fearing that the experience will be taken from me before I can feel it fully
To feel the elation without it immediately triggering tears of mourning
It’s difficult and beautiful learning how to become whole again
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There was a girl who was friends with God
The girl was told God was a man in white robes
But her God was a woman in a soft blue dress
Who let the girl sleep protected in her arms
Just the same as she held her own son
-gws

How do you never wonder
Why the mirror never
Reflects your own face
-gws

Glass on asphalt
Making a mosaic
Of the mundane world
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I need to unlearn your touch
The sound of your breathing
Next to me in the dark
I need to unlearn a lifetime
Of everything about you
-gws

Sometimes
The simple act of cleaning a toilet
Can feel like redemption
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A friend said to me,
“Remember you didn’t cause it.
You couldn’t have prevented it.
You have nothing to feel guilty for.
It is okay to grieve.
There is much to grieve,
But do not confuse grief with guilt.”
I did not know how much I needed
These words until they were spoken.
-gws

Everyone who has ever loved you
Have put their hands up and
Taken a step back
Now they are looking at me
Wondering if now is when
I will finally do the same
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The truth has lit a rage fire in my belly
Where there was guilt and pity
There is now a simple aching coal
Burning so hot it challenges the sun
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