The perfect structure my heart imagined became fractured and broken - it fell all around me in piles of mish-mashed pieces. I’ve rebuilt some parts, but left many unnecessary bits out. The structure is a touch more stable than it was, but it still wobbles in a strong wind. I so love your writing - you have truly relit the flame I thought would never be again. Thank you.
Makes me realize how often I create my own heart-breaks through expectations.
When my father died, I did not cry. I had no tears for him. I was only sad for all that had not been.
John, you so often put into words what I also experience 🫶🏻💙. Thank you for putting it on the page and evoking recognition.
POWERFUL
The perfect structure my heart imagined became fractured and broken - it fell all around me in piles of mish-mashed pieces. I’ve rebuilt some parts, but left many unnecessary bits out. The structure is a touch more stable than it was, but it still wobbles in a strong wind. I so love your writing - you have truly relit the flame I thought would never be again. Thank you.
I share this feeling. And I also like to think, if I’m homesick for it, it’s because it’s possible.
I wrote a poem in a similar vein last night. Hoping to polish it up for posting later this week.
Wow! That is incredibly deep and thought provoking!