Fragments of Healing
Shame is relative with matters of the heart, but is guilt truly inevitable?
Is it that easy to break a person’s will or heart?
Who is the mender of both?
Does the heart know when the palpitations will come?
You’re strong, they say.
I was once broken;
It was temporary.
I became emotionally indifferent so I could function.
It took looking at the one I loved, that tears didn’t mean weakness.
From her eyes, I learned more about pain than I could ever feel.
I hugged and felt vulnerable.
At that point, I gained a deeper understanding of emotions I thought were long gone—
Anger, grief, pain, hurt, love.
I long turned my mind into a prison where the light couldn’t come through.
I told myself I’d keep you for the melody,
Though I knew deep down all you wanted to do was fly.
Pragmatically speaking, I was tired of the music; it was too loud.
Emotionally speaking, I would listen till my ears bled.
I opened my mouth to console and reassure.
Only then did I realize that I was still heartbroken and had never healed,
And I was in more pain than I cared to admit.
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