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How To Heal A Broken Heart

Triple Sorrow

We’ve heard the idea that time heals everything.
Yet if your leg was broken would you just let time
Heal it? Treat your heart with the same level of care
That you would your leg otherwise to your heart there
May be danger. The height of emotional crime
Only rises so onto your heart you will cling.

The danger is that your heart having been broken
Will heal a little too closed, a bit crooked, and
A little too easily bruised if only time
Were the healer. The outcome that would be sublime
Is a parting of ways where you both understand
Why it happened and your hearts have truly spoken.

There’s a movement afoot in the therapeutic
Community. It has to do with Prolonged Grief
Disorder
– a chronic heightened state of mourning.

Post-Traumatic Growth is now what is happening.
From your heartache you can find a lasting relief.
It may be the only thing that will do the trick.

We’re all at risk of having this experience.
The loss of a loving relationship is one
Of the hardest things to go through. It can break your
Spirit as well as your heart but know that the cure
Is your heartache. It helps in your transformation
Into someone who loves again with confidence.

Pain

Concentrated Misery

Pain is the braking of the shell that encloses
My understanding. Just as the stone of the fruit
Must break open so that its heart stands in the sun,
I must know pain. Can this be true for everyone?
How can the depth of my sorrow feel so acute?
Agony is the truth that my heart exposes.

Yet, if I knew not my pain, could I know wonder
In my life of the daily miracles that bring
Me much joy? And would I accept the seasons of
My heart, even as I’ve accepted those I love?
Through the winters of my grief, my awakening
With serenity shall not be cast asunder.

Much of my pain is self-chosen. The physician
Within me prepares a bitter potion to heal
My sickness. I drink this remedy in silence
And tranquility. The healer’s grip is immense,
But it’s guided by what the unseen can’t reveal
To the healer or my self-imposed condition.

The hand is hard and heavy. The cup that is brought
To my lips, though it burns, has been fashioned of the
Clay which the Potter has moistened with sacred tears.
Can there soon be an ending to what now appears
To be hopeless? It depends a lot upon me.
I accept the lesson that my living has taught.