To the one who yearns to speak
but can't remember the words,
who has forgotten your words are not a lost thing to find,
but a song tucked into the patient pockets of your beautiful, hurting heart-
I dedicate this breath to you.
To you who keeps trying to stitch and fix and scrub away your humanness,
rather than knitting it a nest to rest inside,
who has forgotten that you are as essential as sunlight.
To you who has survived impossibly harsh winters,
but still, somehow, remembers how to breathe,
still manages to lace up your boots and shovel a path to the front door,
still remembers the words thank you—
I dedicate this breath, and every
breath after this breath, to you.
And to you who keeps losing and getting lost,
who forgets you can get off the littered road and pave yourself a new one—
beginning right now, with this one remembered word.
With this one impossibly possible
breath.
~ 'To the Hurting Ones' by Julia Fehrenbacher, Julia Fehrenbacher
~ Art 'A Thousand Cuts' by Jeanie Tomanek
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