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Writer's pictureMichelle Mejia

November 6, 2024

Show me your pain

and I will show you mine,

the shape of the shadow cast

by the light piercing through my broken heart.

 

And just maybe,

if we can do this hard thing,

they, too, will be brave enough

to look each other in the face,

my pain and yours.

 

And I am sure if that happens

they will not be able to stop themselves

from reaching out to embrace one another.

 

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking,

but wrapped in one another’s sad story

holding on in the tenderness of their own

it is my belief, beloved,

that then

they will join together and slow dance for a while,

leaning on one another and

swaying to the notes of the same sad song.


For how could they not?


They don’t even need to exchange names,

our pains,

or know the tl;dr* whole of it

 

To see and to hold the pain of another

is enough

to be moved.

 

And imagine what would happen

if your pain kisses mine

(with full consent of course)!

 

I’m pretty sure

mine would ask for your name and number

and not even wait a day before calling

to check on how you are,

even though my pain is very shy.

 

Maybe my pain would then start to introduce herself

to many other people,

in such a way that they feel safe

introducing her to their pain, too.

 

And the beauty in that, my darling,

is that none of our pains would be alone any longer,

so they would not have to wonder

if they were the only ones with a broken and fearful heart.

 

And if what I suspect is true,

is true,

which is that we all have broken hearts in some way,

even those who are not broken today,


then maybe we just need to be brave enough

to introduce our pain to one another

and to hold one another

as tenderly

as two broken hearts dancing to the same melancholy song.

 

 

 

 

*tl;dr = "too long didn’t read"



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