A Breaking Place

There is a breaking place

Safe and set aside, patiently awaiting

Those who stagger in with bleeding wounds

Heavy hearts aching from the upheaval of life

Downcast eyes that have witnessed traumas

Hands too weak to keep grasping onto straws

Unable to bear the weight of silent suffering

For another strained breath.

In this place, there is healing

In the form of arms that encircle tired shoulders

Ears that listen without judgment or bias

Words that soothe the abrasiveness of pain

And a heart that loves without conditions

Allowing light to replace the clinging shadows

Of our human experience.

There is a breaking place

Accessible always, but never enforced

With a door that is open and a lamp softly glowing

For the soul-searchers, the wandering travelers

Who need a resting place for aching feet

And reassurance that everything will be alright

On this journey we all must take

In this strange phenomenon called life.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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