And then I felt it.
It fell- my heart
It fell from my chest and I didn’t even try to stop it
It broke.
I swear I felt it break
It broke mercilessly and nothing could stop it.
I felt it.
Bits of my heart in the rubble
I hear it wail in the heartache
I feel it.
The wreckage that is my heart
I feel it scratching against my skin
I let it consume me.
Narrative therapy The problem is the problem; the person is not the problem. – M. White…
I can feel the sweat from my brows, gathering at the tip of my nose, leaving my body and falling. I’m watching it free fall, trying if I can see it reach the bottom, listening for a splatter. I don’t hear it reach the bottom. My heart is pounding right out of my chest. I’m barely holding on with my feet buried in the gravel.
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