when love bleeds into the hollow, suffusing Eden’s ache with a touch so tender it shears self, cleaving pain and shattering suffering into resplendent shards of joy, glimpses of a world beyond the veil.
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Sam’s story doesn’t end in that place of “not yet,” in that long pause between what was and what will be. Because there is hope. There is always hope.
Somewhere along this rocky, twisting, unwanted adventure of chronic illness comes a place of wrestling with God, with self, with letting go. But it’s OK. Because spring is almost here, hope watered in tears, ready to push through the grief, and burst into light.
This is an exercise meant to be worked through slowly, over many months - an opportunity to grow more deeply in love as you rediscover one another.
Poetry Prompt: Poetry is ageless, timeless and open to all. We write most authentically about our experiences, what we’ve lived and seen.