broken

the die had been cast, the seed was planted what we thought was love was twisted inside out.. given back as it was received ,empty broken shattered

I.
It used to be ..

I do this well ,reach deep down into the depth of me lift up the right, the good , no hesitation , just do what I am called to do in the face of great risk… I’ve been there before ,a long time ago, before I knew the hurt the pain of love …

I gave , I laughed I danced in the light . Safe ,protected ,innocent of the world, the light filled me , I was good.

Then it changed, the blackness came slowly, I fought to reach the light , yet it seeped in filling the creases with dark, unhurriedly engulfing the light ,

Snuffing out the joy the innocence

my outstretched arms grasping for light as it ………withered and died.

i wanted to go back

I wanted joy.

My screams of loss where not heard

I languished alone.
darkness continued to wash over me.
yesterday pelted my soul, until I knew it was gone….. a tiny pinhole I see far away,,,,,,

I rose and followed my heart …

II.

we would discuss forever and a day ….how to love the brokenness set out before us, we strategized, conferred, spoke of plans “ shall we tape it back together? “
Mending might work ,,,, we set about to mend

the movement , the nearness, quickly unveiled the damaged we had tried to fix…

Our chatter started loudly, we discussed, shall we push it out? This will take something from us , we must Protect us … no… we gently laid her down and softly tried to undo the broken piece by piece. Love the wound clean the damage, rid the pain, we open our own selves and let the damage transform us to love her better.
We did not know the work was in vain, the die had been cast, the seed had been planted long ago …

III

we felt love , trusted the subtle sigh…it was love twisted inside out given back as it was received.
Empty broken shattered We cannot undo the damage

unless it is honest and pure. We hold onto what we know so it stays untouched.

the die had been cast, the seed was planted what we thought was love was twisted inside out.. and given back as it was received. Empty broken shattered