I felt like throwing my own heart across the room–
anything to get away from the burning anger inside my chest.
As I sat there,
with waves pulsing through my heart
it wasn’t anger after all
it was my pain
my lingering loneliness and enduring exhaustion.
I was burning up with grief over all I had sacrificed
and all the unreturned love I had given.
But, instead of throwing my heart away
(that would have been easier I think),
I held it close
and breathed my own calming words over it.
I allowed myself to cry the tears I had held back,
using the release
to extinguish the flames of buried grief–
flames I had misunderstood
flames which I now knew how to treat.