the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Round and round we spin.

So yes.
If we spiral
We do it beautifully
On purpose
And we land on our feet.

This is not collapse.
It is a controlled rotation.

I light this black candle 🕯️
not to ask,
not to demand,
not to move fate
but to ground myself in truth and presence. 🌙

Let this flame anchor me. 🔥
Let my feet be heavy on the earth.

Asé

So it is you this time around that has been dealt a blow?

Well, that is just how these things go..

Things come back around they say

For every seed we sow

We pay.

This day a cold wind blows

Tomorrow, no one knows

Everyone baffled

Where is our future?

Do we have one even?

In this life, a season gone in the blink of an eye

We grow old

We die

Not enthusiastic for a short life of suffering

No shield buffering the pain

In the end only darkness

Cold

Pouring rain