A Note To The Broken-Hearted Self
When your trauma hunts you down at night,
know that healing is a labyrinth,
not a one way road.
Healing is the ocean you cross
to finally find your paradise island.
When sleep feels like satin slipping away
into a cold dark night and a bright sour day,
know that some days will collapse in
on your progress, but you are still growing
despite this backwards feeling.
When you're alone and no one answers
the phone calls that you never make,
know that you're more than a number,
more than an estimate and more than infinite.
When you relive the moments
that ripped open your chest
and pulled out pieces of your heart,
know that you will be whole again.
Know that you will take those pieces back,
patch yourself up,
and you will be whole again.