Freedom, Joy and a little bit of Longing
You’re me
I am you
We are whole
We are broken
Don’t fix me
Just love me
Just see me in pieces
Broken by life
And inside there’s a flower
Don’t fix me
I’m perfect!
Don’t close what’s been opened!
You’re me
And you’re broken
You’re perfectly broken
Now bloom!
I trust that you tear only that which is weak
that Old is destroyed to make room for the New
that this too is good, that this too will ease
that there’s love in your force, my Hurricane Grief
The point is my tears, my fear, my sadness. My feeling of failure, of hopelessness, of loneliness. My surrender and my acceptance.
Raw feelings, served on a plate of words.
As I have promised you.
I’m two times divorced and one time widowed
But from death, the heart doesn’t move
It sits down where sense vanished, where now flowers are growing
Allowing itself just to mourn
Johanna Benevole 