Granted to Me

- Unable to halt this slow motion - my entire world crumbling apart.
- I instantly whisper to myself, “this ,too, shall pass,” but how does one patch a broken heart?
- I can’t even be sure how I make it through each day, with having so much on my heart, yet having nothing to say.
- Emotional turmoil, wicked upheaval, beyond what any words could explain. Fighting back tears, I project the best straight face I can, followed by the attempt to maintain.
- Desolate in all spaces, even amongst others, I’m drenched with no feeling but hollow, alone. For these lofty burdens were granted to me, by thoughtless actions from a heart once known.
- I attempt to make sense of it, to console myself, as I try not to part with one more tear, but sad thoughts come swelling back, leaving my certainty of anything, once again unclear.
- A spearing sadness from within my chest, makes it difficult for me to inhale. My heart yearns so to be lessened of this ache - another evident fail.
- With tempest above me, resting atop my shoulders, offering all of no more than mere hope....silently, I’ll pray for my last breath as to spare my heart the treacherous ache of again having to cope…

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[John the Baptist]

What can be said to a broken heart? Nothing, save I will allow you to heal. Other than that, the only course is to seek support and let the thing pass, as it will.