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.