Gentle Broken Heart

Sadness has a purpose –
Sadness is a gift,
Sadness  can be a slower, calmer, gentler place,
A weeping sky, a grieving sunset, a moment where the sun breaks through the clouds,
A gentle place to rest your wounded, broken heart.
A place to hold your aching insides,
A place to feel it all. 
Sadness can be a state of being – a grief, a loss, a disappointment, hues of gray and blue. 

The ache is broken into pieces, but makes you up, all the same.
Turn over each piece, reveal your sorrow.

Begin to feel your worry.
Begin to explore your pain.
Begin to welcome the feeling of grief,heavy like wet leaves on weak branches of an aged tree,
Begin to feel where it lands in your body –how it sits, heavily on your lungs, your heart, your being.
Wallow in your sadness.

Holding your breath, ever so shallow –
Constricting your gentle, broken heart.
Tightening, strangling,
Not enough to stop,
Yet just enough to feel the tightening of your grief,
Anchored to your gentle broken heart.

You will sit in the pain,
Lay in it.
Allow your silken tears to visit your warm cheeks.
Cleansing,
relieving,
just a bit of the tension, the ache, the gray, the dismal, 
Becomes lighter.

Clouds sit, heavy, weighted gray,
Swept by the wind, after the storm.
Swaying, softly at first, then rapidly,
Swirling about the sky, 
Letting a little bit of sunshine in – 

The soft,
Silky,
Sweet,
Taste,
Tasting a bit of the light,
Touching a piece
of your gentle, broken heart.