Un-Shattered - A Poem for a Friend.

#Un-Shattered#

But what is a family
but bundles of hurt
silent or begging
or stirring up dirt

that you'd long since buried
to save your heart
only they own it
and there isn't a safeguard

of that old old house
nor is there a lock
to shield from the wounds
they call up from the dust

of every injustice or fear of one
that was done out of love....
these seeds we sprung up
from the wells of our being.

So you hope that someday
this, too, shall pass
and the hurts that they hurt
meet a mirror, not glass.

This was written for a human I love dearly, whom I only met through here, but feel like I'd known for ages, and for whom my heart is hurting today.

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