Life is a mixed blessing, which we vainly try to unmix.
~Mignon McLaughlin
Being alive is a strange and magnificent thing
a vessel
that moves
and breathes
and holds
we are filled with a spirit
like wine in a glass
yet we can hold so much emptiness
and carry loss with the gentle strength of a mother holding her
child
my hands tried to keep you close
to know you like a mother does
and fill every need upon your lips
I thought love could be strong enough
to never break
but I have learned a thing or two since then
a heart that has never broken
is broken indeed
and even a hurting heart can move on
it beats even when shattered
and unlike a fallen wine glass
It still can hold what it longs for
love
that is one of the many bittersweet miracles of being alive.
