Healing

Underneath the moon and stars I stir gathering broken pieces. They told me broken hearts heal in time, but no one told me of broken souls. Of the strength required to re-collect pieces of yourself to simply feel whole. I wept as I stitched myself back together. The moon and stars bared witness as I struggled to find myself in the darkness. As I wept for my innocence and resented myself. As I drowned in my pain and found companionship with my demons. I wish I had been told of how healing comes in waves. How each new wave is stronger than the last. How sometimes the most intricate pieces of your soul drift the furthest. How in the morning once the moon and stars have gone, I have to gather my emotions and begin again at dusk. ~K