When long sorrow.
When the endless
bearing of grief.
When sadness
has been waking
with you
for what seems like
forever
and going to bed with you
for what approximates
an eternity.
When your heart
has become
an ancient timepiece,
its beat measuring ages
and eons,
ticking the turning
of centuries,
and the stars
have nothing on you
for long enduring.
May there come
a moment
when time
falls away.
May there come
a space
between the beats
of your heart
when you know
your burden
carried.
May there come
a gap between
your painful breaths
when you sense
your own self
borne,
unalone in your
endless sorrowing,
no longer solitary—
as if you could
ever have been
left in your grief,
as if you could
ever have been
for one moment
abandoned to this weight,
unencompassed by the love
more ancient still
than the sorrow
you bear.
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