My heart is pockmarked,
Cracked, imperfect
Cannot be sutured, soldered
And leaking
(drip drop)
Every.Where.
Starved attempts
To fill an unfillable
Expansive beyond body void,
Uncontainable and boundless.
Creating and allowing what wasn’t mine
By giving to Other
This seeking.
Never complete, this roving,
But beatified, revered
As symbolic of purpose:
to love
To Love
Too Love
As the greatest, most delicate, joy
*A picture of my cracked obsidian heart, which inspired this poem*
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Written by Dr. Allison Mitch, PT (DPT)
RYT 500, reiki master
Contact me at wildwomaninthesuburbs@gmail.com
Please do not copy this material. All writing is copyright protected.
*A picture of my cracked obsidian heart, which inspired this poem*
…….……………………….
Written by Dr. Allison Mitch, PT (DPT)
RYT 500, reiki master
Contact me at wildwomaninthesuburbs@gmail.com
Please do not copy this material. All writing is copyright protected.