Asymptote of Healing
Bruised and battered, broken
Gaping holes of longing
Lingering within
Begging to be filled with anything
Something
To ease the pain of dealing
With each new day that’s dawning
Mired down
In the persistence of living
Without what you named essential
Now lost to you forever
Acceptance, faith and patience
Close and mend the wounds internal
Approaching
Never reaching zero
Healing full yet not complete
What remains alive inside
That thinnest slice of quickness
Is the scar of lessons learned
And room though just enough
For seeds of love to grow replete
We have moved on to math. Which makes far more sense to me when I can explain it in terms of an emotion.
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