“Tears are words that need to be written.”
(Paulo Coelho)
She heard a knock
At the door of her heart
Getting louder and louder
Until a pain emerged
Taking over her whole chest
‘Guilt, I know your call’
She says in a deep voice
‘I know why you are knocking’
She says with a heavy heart
She knew it right then
To allow the heaviness
To open up to pain
As it was calling her
Reminding her of kindness
Speaking to her about patience
She knows she can’t erase the past
But her heart always tells her
To just keep trying and by
Opening that door
She just got better
Sometimes we do things we regret.
It’s okay.
Méia Jacobs 