i want to say…

something feels broken

not cracked
not frayed

broken is broken

there is no sealing it
there is no healing it


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