Stillness is Movement

A poem for broken hearts

Photo by Kristopher Roller on Unsplash

“There’ll be happiness after you
But there was happiness because of you
Both of these things can be true
There is happiness

Leave it all behind
And there is happiness”
.TSwift.

The thing is,
I feel like I’m dying.

Not like
I’m going to die, or like
I don’t want to live, or like
I want to hurt myself.

Like
my heart is going to burst out of my chest, like
the anxiety of transition
and change
and loss will
propel it forward
while I stand rooted
trying desperately to move my feet.

I never thought it would be like this.
I never thought it would be.
I never thought.

Still, here it is,
here we are
feeling our way through this strange downsizing
that gives us room to grow.