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.
The Therapy of Words 