Broken Open

This heart broke slowly

cancer when you were 3, my beautiful son

when you were 83, my beautiful Father

the deep pain who steals my lover away

day after day after day after day…

One day,

this heart was broken

open.

The black and the blue,

a deep royal purple,

this red wine, in these veins

now overflowing

And 1000 pains from 1000 nights and too many of my siblings

spawned upstream through that river

to its source

This, too, is me. You, too, are me.

I am drunk on bittersweet.

I just realized,

I am your child!

Did you love me like this? Were you capable of this prayer?

Break

Open

Be

Whole

Broken

Wild

Whole

Wise

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