for what did i know of heartbreak, then?
apart from the expected and formative breakups,
the sad but orderly deaths of grandparents
and of course a handful of beloved pets.
i had wept through sad films –
perhaps more than my share –
and offered an ear, and comfort, at times, to those in mourning.
but as i look at it now, i can see my tender heart
had never truly been broken
and it’s not that i would ever wish
upon myself such losses,
these 4 years of yearning
but as i emerge from this pain
and trace the edges where my heart
truly has been broken now,
i notice how, in the healing,
there is more space for grace.
for my heart has had to learn its way
through unchosen pathways, and
and – also – unexpected gifts.
what i know of heartbreak, now,
is that it’s in the breaking apart,
the gradual healing,
and the building up again
that we find the gifts
in this surprising, uncertain,
and grace-filled life.