When the Heart Knits Its Own Wound

Friendship

When the Heart Knits Its Own Wound

 

My heart hurts today—
a thin, quiet ache that slides
between the ribs like a trembling thread,
the colour of yesterday’s rain‑washed sky.

 

It hums a low, unsteady chord,
a reminder that the world can bruise
the softest of things with a single, careless word,
or with the empty echo of a door that never opens.

 

I feel it in the spaces between breaths,
in the way the coffee cools on the table,
in the way the sunlight catches
the dust motes that dance, unnoticed,
until one lands on the edge of a cracked photograph.

 

There is a throb, a pulse,
a tiny drumbeat that insists
on being heard in the silence of the house,
in the sigh of the wind through cracked windows,
in the soft, relentless ticking of the clock.

 

But in this hurting there is a fierce tenderness—
the heart, bruised, still beats,
still gathers the shards of broken moments
and weaves them into a thin filament of hope.
It knows that pain is a kind of remembering,
a way of honoring the love that once filled the chest
and the love that still lingers, though hidden,
like a seed beneath winter’s frost.

 

So I sit with this ache,
let the ache settle like sediment,
and I watch as the light shifts,
as the world turns, indifferent and kind.
My heart hurts today, but it also remembers
the way it once sang, and the way it will learn
to sing again—softer perhaps, but still
a song of being alive.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Such a heartfelt poem of pain and hurt that watered with tomorrow may still have life to grow. Hopeful is the feeling that I am left with. Very nicely done Friendship

    • Friendship

      thank you

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome my friend

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Friendship, this hit me hard…there’s such a quiet ache here that never tries to force itself louder than it needs to be. It just sits…breathes…hurts. The tenderness you carry through this is steady and real, and that closing line lands like a gentle resolve. Beautifully done, friend.. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • Friendship

          Thank you🙏❤️🙏

        • Thomas W Case

          Fantastic



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