It breaks your heart,
then places a pen
in your trembling hand
and asks you to make
something beautiful
of the wreckage.
It teaches you
how to bleed in verses,
how to turn
longing into metaphors,
how to make a home
out of things you've lost.
And somehow,
through tears,
through silence,
through all the pieces
that never found
their way back together,
I do.