You’re living

I felt my ankle break

So I could feel your ankle break

But broken ankles are not wounded hearts

they are bloody

and messy

and belong in a box

that’s locked

and pushed all the way back

to the blackest part of my under bed

yet it pounds like Jumanji

whenever you’re near

but rather than listen

I lash out in fear

How dare you, my ankle screams

Pain is pain is pain 

Mine, yours, theirs

It’s the same

I remedied my ankle 

with patient respect

Scar tissue takes time

For ankles

and hearts,

They are but the form of our soul’s home

Integrate!

Hold space for that pump in your chest

Let it tremble

Let it choke

Let it fuck up

Let it close off

But god damn it 

Just be still and feel

Accept what is, is 

Because to allow is to heal

Our brokenness is our wisdom

Tender,

Bloody,

Still,

You’re living