Eventually, when hurt has run its all-consuming course,
and love has stretched itself beyond recognition,
the silence resounds in whispered echoes,
of what now must find a broken heart,
and revive it, to remember its vibrant will.
Cycles test a soul, from deep abyss to angel posts,
and souls imbibe all that life exacts,
to know resilience and the purpose of balance,
and when a heart returns, its love in capacity is twofold,
for extremes teach us scope and possibility, to inspire.
Broken hearts do not decimate a soul, rather,
teach it about its own innate strength,
and when the pain subsides a more proficient view of life
underpins the actions and knowledge of what love is,
in a far broader sense.
In life both pain and ecstasy are a hair’s breath apart,
and our capacity to experience both is blissful
when met without judgement,
for life is not built on good and bad at all,
rather the discernment of learning beyond experience.
Time heals, wounds and hearts forlorn,
tis our stubborn and vengeful ways that attach us to past,
leave us to suffer more, rather than learn and move on,
and if we allow each experience to teach us,
they evaporate as experiences unbound by intention.
Then we are free of past, free of hurt, free of pain,
for they are just notches in our learning,
and when we are free of them, each moment is new, exciting,
and greeted without the prejudices of holding onto past
and reliving that which we do not need.
Tony DeLorger © 2016