There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken,
The shattered out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words through which
we pass with each loss, out of whose darkness we are
sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound whose serrated edges
cut the heart as we break open to the place inside
which is unbreakable and whole, while learning to sing.
I love this poem. My heart-mother shared it with me recently. She, upon whose compassion I shattered my old self, agonizingly, and then slowly rebuilt my soul, my life, my me.
She saved me, I grew her in her gift, together we are larger than we were before we met.