the spaces between the threads

doubts and worries, fears and tears
the sludge that fills our minds and ears
never seen but always on show
in the wrinkle along our foreheads
and in the tension our feelings sow
deep in our bodies until we finally implode
on the ones we love most,
the ones we claim we hold close
the ones we know we owe
much more than the sorrow and suffering
we are known to impart.

the best time for healing was before i ever loved so stukkend like this.
the next best time is now.

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