Love Letter for the Broken
When you’ve lost every hope, give thanks. For we will be waiting, with bouquets of light. In your grief, we will rest beside you. We will weep with you, without saying a word. You can cry out in desperation. We will cry out with you. Even if you bury your eyes in the darkness, we will not forsake you. I tell you this, because I know there is a hole in your soul. And I know the world gets inside the hole. Then you feel everything that is outside, inside. This is why you break. I could offer to fix you, but then who would break for the world? Instead, we have come with empty flowers that you can hold in your hands. And a lullaby that can last a lifetime. If you open the bottom of your ear to the sky. We have come to tell you not to change, not really. For the hole in your soul fits our world inside. And when you weep, we rejoice. Instead of making you into something that does not break, how about we show you how to shatter without restriction? Then we can cry out together. For life is cruel and unjust. While every day asks much of the heart. We will hold your hands, in the shadows. And you will hold our hands, in the light. That’s what love is. There’s not much else to say. Just thank you. For the hole in your soul. That tends the whole world, inside.
no place i belong
i wanted to belong so badly i sawed away at my edges i wanted to become someone inside the circle i wanted you to see me and say you are part of us i don’t want to belong anymore not the way i used to i say there’s no place i belong and it doesn’t feel wrong feels like i’m just part of something else and i’m not willing to cut myself in half to be part of the circle i’d rather be some unnameable shape and i wanted to be like you so badly but now i am happy knowing that having no place i belong just means i come from someplace else and it’s nothing special but yes it’s extra-ordinary. and when i look at you i see myself and i feel we are part of each other and i can’t explain it so i invite you into my home and you take off your feet and we kneel together and i say you are beautiful please don’t saw away at your edges.
These poems are dedicated to everyone who has ever felt that they do not belong. This is my way of telling you that you are beautiful.
Photo Credit to Sarah Abusarar
Carol Krause is a writer whose inconvenient mind often disrupts her plans. Sometimes this results in joy. Carol’s poetry has appeared in Minola Review, carte blanche, and The tƐmz Review, among other publications. Her debut poetry collection is forthcoming with Guernica Editions. “no place i belong” will appear in this collection. A lover of the underworld, Carol feels most alive crawling through caves. You can find her in a cave at carolkrause.ca.
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