Deeper

 When my heart is torn in two, even after healing,

the edges don't line up perfectly.
I feel the puckered seams.
There are places that aren't smooth.
Reminders. And wisdom of loss.
But not holes where I'm snagged or lost.
Just memories that are not my future.
Though some days, they cast a shadow and threaten to rob me of the day's sun.
The whispered lies of "not enough" -
How do you release something that is part of you now?
How do you live with something that sometimes pricks you to pain?
You breathe in and out,
send love to the pain,
and send love to yourself.
Beneath a scar is deeper love,
a teacher with wide arms
To hold others in their own rivers of loss.