The Yoga of Brokenheartedness
We are brokenhearted
The core was cracked
It was easy to ignore.
Everywhere we looked,
we looked away again
quickly, quickly, quickly.
We scrambled like demons to shroud the truth..
My father told me life is pain.
He saw me…
and that was love.
Then he told me love is pain.
Now I know that love is love before it is pain.
And that is good.
We can do this.
Yes, love just is! 😻🙏🏽🙇🏽♀️
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