Once a crab has made
a home in one shell of a heart,
it is difficult for it to find
a home in another.

Some of us are living in
our own little battlefield,
fighting to survive an inner war.
We are broken, we are hurting,
fighting for those missing pieces
that prevent us reaching peace.

There is a song in
my heart that only you know
the melody to

5:43 PM
22/2/23

It does not take a
thousand cuts, but a well-placed
wound upon a heart

10:55 AM
19/2/23

I am leaving-
not because I want to,
but because by leaving,
I will recover the piece
of me missing.

Is this farewell? Maybe…
But aren't our lives filled with goodbyes?
From our pets to our childhood friends,
how many people in your youth
who you once held dear
do you still talk to this day?
Whether it be time, location or our feelings,
life is always changing and we
are always saying goodbye.

I am no longer anxious
because I have you.
I carry you in my heart,
I feel you in every beat and
all my sorrow
and stress melt
away from this soul.