You are taught from a young age that death is the end
That pain goes away after a while
That the hole that makes its home where you heart should be
Will one day be filled by new hope
Those are lies, spun out of love
What I’ve found instead is that
Death is only the end for those who leave
The living however have to keep going
Pain never goes away
Not completely
You learn to make do
To conceal it as best you can
The hole never really heals, never fills
But rather you grow another heart
Even more fragile than the last one used to be
Pressing on your lungs, choking you if you let it
But still you live
And still you love
You rebuild yourself from the ground up
And keep giving yourself to the world
And one day
You’ll find
The world gives itself back














