Tearing

Tearing

wet crying
or a ripping apart

alone
I gather
tumbling thoughts
from wounded beliefs

I feel
the density
or vacancy
of my heart’s connection

struggling
yearning for clarity
grieving lost moments

waiting in silence

an answer
quiet and then
a softer deeper wisdom

listening
weeping through and healing

my calloused scars

Ruth Roberts

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