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

Author: Ruth Roberts

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