Ages will rob heartache
of the naked heaving it is accustomed to.
Still, I feel compelled to hasten the healing.
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Sometimes the hardest part of recovering is
learning
to wait. The pain gets to be almost intolerable, but
you survive, by sheer dint of passing time. It's the
time that hurts, more than anything else. It's the
knowledge that
this too, shall pass, but being
stuck in the
here and now, the
wait seems
interminable.
Can't things speed up? Can't
it move a little faster? I'm tired of feeling
this, I want phase II, when everything's eased
up and subsided.
Breathe. And breathe again. Wake up, go to sleep.
Breathe. The days pass; I wish there was a way to
fast forward. Breathe. Breathe. It will come.