Louise Thayer writes about love, heartbreak, and finding the self again.
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Your words blew that hole
In my heart wide open.
I fell
prey to
the pointed things
you said
that I needed to hear.
They twisted inside.
Changing their intent
was the most important
thing I ever did
for the “weak person”
I was portraying
was indeed not
me.
You could see
where I didn’t care
to look.
I am the most vital thing
I ever learned from love,
and all around
it grows,
according to the moment
we afford it
richly
the space it needs.
Rising.
Sunlit places
within,
without.
To sit in quiet waters.
To smile in secret
and then louder…
the echoes so vast
I have to wonder.
I never heard before
I tasted this.
Life.
It isn’t bitter,
it isn’t sweetness,
but in the end
the flow of it grows
with each second.
Look.
Really look.
All around there are curled circles,
full of promise-not-empty,
so alive with knowing
that they started
with love.