To a Heartbroken Friend

A poem. Because love is a shadow of bitter pain.

To my dear friend,
To your broken heart.
What you feel is just the start.
I tell you, I understand, it’s hard.
Yet I cannot be there to hold you,
Whilst you navigate this dark.
Only you can go through this chasm,
Oh so vast. Vast.

The bitterness of love grips your heart,
Its sweetness is somewhere only God knows.
One day you’ll find it,
When you’re off this raft alone,
Floating aimlessly in a sea of depression,
I urge you, go with the cruel flow,
So that it does not become an unhealthy repression.
Go, will yourself out of depression. Will.

As the sea is filled with salt,
The sun evaporates pure water without fault,
So that when rain falls upon your land,
It is sweet, without anymore salt,
And you’ll no longer need to retreat,
As clean water shall drench your body and hand.
That is when the bitterness of love shall become sweet again,
Come what may, you’ll be off the raft.
Have hope.
It will really come. Hope.

But for now you feel stuck.
Crying every day,
The pain comes and goes,
With every thought that the wind blows,
As an overwhelming burden on your chest,
Which means you cannot ever get true rest,
Because it is hard to breathe. Breath.

Breathe deep.
You must breathe or else,
You’ll be caught feeling like you’ve lost yourself.
I know that’s where you are,
Oh yes, it is mighty hard.
Breathe. Once more: breathe.

But one thing shows, amidst it all,
One fact that you should rule:
You have the capacity to love,
Love that is deep and full,
That reaches down into your heart,
And hooks you even when you fall.
Yet it is hard. Up come the walls. Walls.

Walls building up,
Your heart’s defences are drawn,
Yet I urge you,
Take time to mourn, yes,
Take time to mourn the loss.
And then it’ll be only baby steps,
And soon you’ll be crawling,
And one day, you’ll be running on a field.
Please, don’t build the walls around your heart.
The time will pass.
One day you’ll run. I assure you. Run.

Love is beautiful, yet so hurtful.
It is expressed most of all,
When heartache reaches its peak.
And that moment is no small feat,
Because it shows that you’ve climbed its bitter peak.
Go, climb the feat.
And have courage to fall. Fall.

Sometimes we fall,
Because love is like that.
It drowns you in a hook that forces you down hard,
So that you feel like the heart can never again make another start.
Again, the heart will restart. Start.

So then it holds true,
That all that can be done,
That must be done,
Is to embrace the waves.
For waves they shall come.
Embrace. Waves.

Because one day more,
You’ll finally find the shore.
And all that was, will be no more.
You’ll be restored.
Heart restored.
Pain no more.
I’m sure.

Reassured.