My counselor sent this poem to me. It is from the book 'Cure for Sorrow'
You thought
You had hit
Every layer possible,
that you had found the far limit
of your sorrow,
your grief.
Now the world falls
from beneath your feet
all over again,
as if the wound
were opening
for the first time,
only now with
an ache you recognize
as ancient.
Here is the time
for kindness -
your own, to yourself
as you fall
and fall
as you land hard in this layer
that lies deeper than you ever imagined
you could go.
Think of it as
a secret room
this space
that has opened
before you
that has opened
inside you
though it may look
sharp in every corner
and sinister
no matter where
you turn.
Think of it as
a hidden chamber
in your heart
where you can stay
as long as you need,
where you will
find provision
you never wanted
but on which
your life will now depend.
I want to tell you
there is treasure
even here
that the sharp lines
that so match your scars
will lead
to solace,
that this space that feels so foreigns
will become for you
a shelter.
So let yourself fall.
It will not be
the last time,
but do not let this be
cause for fear.
These are the rooms
around which your
new home will grow
the home of your heart,
the home of your life
that welcomes you
with such completeness.
opening and
opening and
opening itself to you,
no part of you turned away.
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