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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