Directions for Healing:

a poem

a poem

Place your heart squarely
in front of the point, then lean.

Lean in to the pain.
Lean fast. Lean hard.

Tears will erupt from your bones
and you will want to pull back — 
Don’t. This is the day.

Your heart will rend,
piercing you with
white hot shrapnel stars

You will hate this world, this life, this moment,
— make it all stop I want off I want out — 
you will hate these words. Lean in anyway.

because you have suffered enough
because you have run out of ideas
because there is no way around, only through

Lean in more
and more and more and more
until all feeling vanishes

until stillness descends
and all that remains is
(an emptiness that is)

You.
Healed.