something feels broken
not cracked
not frayed
broken is broken
there is no sealing it
there is no healing it
instead…
i offer myself
the gift of oblivion
i light a candle
to this magical loss
i sit with it
and beg it
to release me
to rediscover me
in a new and different way
i’ve a restless heart
heavy with the burdens
of others’ stories
stories not mine
stories in search
of being released
i want to say
that other thing
i say, instead…
my hurt is mine
your hurt is yours
and mine
now talk to me
tell me your story
