#poemadaymarch

There’s a quote I can’t find

It was something about pain and heart ache and being fully alive

And I can’t quite remember it

But those words are ringing in my head

As I sit here

And struggle to breathe

Trapped in this trance that says

This. Can’t. Be. Real.

I look in the mirror and see my eyelined stained tears.

This can’t be real.

I whisper

As the ache of the break rips into my heart

Shreds my body

This can’t be real

Yet as I sit here I know

No amount of denying will hide the truth

As I sit here fully alive

Though the pain should have killed me

I am here.

I am broken.

and I tell myself that it will be okay even as the words seem

Empty

There’s a voice in the back of my head

Gentle and true

She whispers to me

That in order to rise sometimes we must burn

And out of ashes out of failure out of sorrow and heartbreak and

Pain

Out of these things we find our courage to continue.

We rise from the pain

Through the pain

With the pain

For a struggle to breathe still means a breath

And a heart shattered still beats

We can do hard things they say and they know

They also did

Hard things

This pain doesn’t end me

Even when every ounce of my body can’t take any more

Still

I take a deep breathe and stare in the mirror

Broken but whole

Because I know these wounds will heal

and it’s such a cliche and I want to believe it is lies but I know that it’s truth

You will heal, dear one.

You will be whole

You can do hard things

You can breathe in the pain and exhale the truth and know that you

Will

Survive

This

You don’t have to know anything else.

You will survive this

And this pain that tells you your heart still beats

Will beat one day without pain

But you can still do hard things

You can still rise

Even with the pain

In spite of the pain

Because of the pain

You can.

And you will.