When sorrow wraps its arms around you and turns everything dark purple,
when all your reasons to live are falling through the windows
like rain with nowhere else to go but the hardwood floor,
when your mouth is full of ash and all your words are burning
before they even have a chance to reach the air,
hold your own hands.
Lie next to your own body while it falls asleep at night.
Listen to your own whisper when it tells you
that enough is enough.
Then listen as your own voice calls back, I am more than enough.
When you feel small in comparison to the universe,
when you lie awake in bed counting your own heartbeats
wishing for the moment they would stop,
live for the time when they cease naturally.
Live until then.
Hold your own hands.
Hold your own heart.
You learn to look into the fog
and see through it to the other side.
And you learn to bold and capitalize all the feelings
that you hid inside like italics
so when the time comes
they can finally speak.
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After Love, After Heartbreak
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