and one day the sun rises in the same way, but all is different.
the bed is empty and the fridge is full.
with a new four walls to contain the tears;
the little heart breaks again.
you are still right there.
but where will you land?
In this place that unfolded from pain
Here we sit.
with every reason to pick up the pieces
these broken wings do not want to fly.
is the toolbox empty or does it need dusting?
a broken heart sits in stillness.
be calm little heart.
breathe in the white space that surrounds you.
sit there. it is okay to be there.
rest your wings, but only for now.
-A.Lord.
