✽ Meeting you snapped me out of my sorrow. Your affection, whether it was a manipulation or real, reminded me of the love I have within. For so long I’ve sought the imitation of warmth, avoiding the vulnerability needed for authentic connection. With you, it was different. My steel barricades came tumbling down, revealing all that I’ve suppressed, including my desire for a true love. Loss had left my heart so welled with grief, I had forgotten what else it was capable of. In the days since meeting you, I’ve let myself gently weep and with each passing tear, make room for new love.
✽ I carry an inconsolable grief that cannot be mended by any. I’ve searched the ends of the earth for a love that no longer exists. Day by day, I traverse the world with this invisible wound. How am I meant to go about my day when my heart’s anchor has been overthrown?
✽ All I want is a husband, a baby, a home. Could my body even hold a baby or have I destroyed myself beyond repair? Will my heart ever be full or will vacancy be all I ever know? Will I ever find a pair of hands whose embrace I trust? How long, Lord, will I wait?
The Ophelia Edit 