“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.”
― Rumi
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I want to hide
I am tired of all the things
which make my heart hurt
the hate
the prejudice
tha anger
the fear
and yes, the death
And then there are all those things
which seem beyond my control
and make me
an anxious old man
looking over my shoulder
trying to quiet
an over active mind
I must face it all
the things I hate and fear
my failures and mistakes
the anger and disappointment of those I have failed
I must rouse myself
I must engage
although my heart break
for only with a mind
a heart
a soul broken open
to the cold winds of desolation
to the looming possibility of hurt
and rejection
to the pain of being forced
to see myself with stark honesty
the good and the bad
may I also be open
to the warmth of
hope and
love
life is not
for the faint of heart
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