The Process of Healing

The world keeps turning
and while your heart is shattered into a million pieces
The sun keeps rising and setting
though you could drown the world in your tears and regret

You wake up to the songs of the birds
but they longer sound the same
the once familiar soft melody is shrill and intrusive
Your coffee now weak and bitter
no longer the acidic sweetness your palate once craved.

People still drive around in their cars
like ants in the city
while you waste away
day by excruciating day
much the same, but carrying more weight

Until one day the sweetness returns
little by little
You don't notice at first
and then one day the colors become more vivid
and you feel lighter
textures regain their softness
as does your heart

and you realize
the world is still turning
It never stopped.

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