When the sadness waterfalls, I will let the salt cleanse the wounds I cannot see.. and dance parties be the hospitals I heal in. I will, let the people who offer, help me and if I need more help; I will let the medication help me... I forgive my body for being a machine after all.. I forgive my memory, for being the covered door to "pop" ajar no matter how many times I push it shut. I forgive myself even if I am the last person i want to forgive. wherever I have come from, wherever I am going, I will remember the present as the only place to start. Today is a good day to wake up and be great and to have gratitude for the restless pump of my heart; for the way it does not know how to hold back. I will exhale, I will begin to do the same...
Sabrina Benaim- A Prayer/ A spell
And to Sabrina... My broken, Shadowed by window paned glass heart thanks you for all your words of creativity, love, hurt. Thank you for creating something to ground myself in from days, nights and months of darkness.
Published 20/09/2017, Button Poetry.
