poem for the broken open:
you who hold yourself together
against all odds of yet another day
who move through the ache and echo
of a vast and now empty room,
you know the light
because you know fissure.
we will be your tether
while you map the darkness,
plumb the deep.
you will keep us grounded
remind us that the dark
is where we come from,
is the other side of light.

kf 2019
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poemforthebrokenhearted