The Occasional Heart<\/p>\n
By<\/p>\n
Jennifer Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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Some things are better left broken\u2014<\/p>\n
Seeds and cicada husks, the robin\u2019s egg,<\/p>\n
The chrysalis, the occasional heart.<\/p>\n
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Some things cannot be healed\u2014<\/p>\n
Not simply because they aren\u2019t illnesses–<\/p>\n
But because experiences cannot be<\/p>\n
Undone.\u00a0 And besides,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Some wounds<\/p>\n
Are delicious\u2014the taste of blood<\/p>\n
Metallic and sacred, free of pity\u2014<\/p>\n
Fortifying the bones.<\/p>\n
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Wounds happen,<\/p>\n
No rhyme, no reason, no<\/p>\n
Providence.\u00a0 They are moments<\/p>\n
In the absurdity and the ridiculous wonder<\/p>\n
Of living, of breaking open,<\/p>\n
Of blossoming into the air,<\/p>\n
Of wings settling and elongating,<\/p>\n
Of the gift of spiraling inwards and<\/p>\n
Outwards during sleep, during death, and unfolding\u2014<\/p>\n
Sifting through the branches of your life–<\/p>\n
A most spectacular storm,<\/p>\n
A most radiant calm.<\/p>\n
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Sit with grief.\u00a0 Allow it to breathe.<\/p>\n
It isn\u2019t something<\/p>\n
To be cured.\u00a0 It isn\u2019t<\/p>\n
A sickness.<\/p>\n
It is you, the self-same you–<\/p>\n
Just as joy is your name.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Consider yourself<\/p>\n
Whole\u2014<\/p>\n
Nothing<\/p>\n
Missing, nothing worthy<\/p>\n
Of stealing for, killing for, dying for.<\/p>\n
Live.\u00a0 \u00a0Your soul–ever<\/p>\n
Untarnished, uncorruptible\u2014<\/p>\n
Is more you than you.\u00a0 Live.<\/p>\n
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As for the rest of it\u2014yes\u2014<\/p>\n
The mind, body, the spirit\u2014<\/p>\n
These, like wings, can all<\/p>\n
Be broken.\u00a0 Rest as you move.<\/p>\n
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Everything gradually<\/p>\n
Falls apart and wishes itself<\/p>\n
Into the ground and sky.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Nothing can stop the holy breaking<\/p>\n
Open.\u00a0 Live.\u00a0 Leap<\/p>\n
Into the vastness<\/p>\n
Of possibility.\u00a0 Live.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Bury the dead, nourish the living,<\/p>\n
And roar—<\/p>\n
Dancing<\/p>\n
Into your life.<\/p>\n
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