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
. 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
. 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.