The Cozy, Introverted Therapist

Do not rush the process of mending a bleeding heart.

It is not as simple as cauterizing a wound

Or sewing up a copious gash;

It is a painstaking journey of desensitizing yourself to heartbreak

Again and again and again and again and again.

Waking up each morning to accept the harsh reality of loss

Lessening the sting one sighing breath at a time.

Sometimes you believe you have finally stopped bleeding,

Stepping cautiously into the illusion of healing

Only to be inadvertently thrown back into the past

Where your heart is ripped open again

And the bleeding starts anew.

There is no easy way to mend a broken heart,

Only time, exposure, and even the hologram of hope

That one day you will wake up and realize the bleeding slowed

And all that is left is a scar full of memories.

Hopefully you will gravitate toward what you learned

In the process of tending to a broken heart,

How it it helped you grow resilience

How it shaped your perspective

How you can look back at the silver lining

And realize that there was meaning to the pain

Not unscarred but wiser

Not unscathed but softer

Surprisingly grateful

Forever changed.