After

It shattered inside me like glass –puncturing every bit of my body. The wounds are there, glass still stuck, reminding me of the time I loved. A love so deep in my soul it haunts me.

As time goes on the glass comes out on its own, as each piece leaves the body it leaves a memory, some awful, some captivating.

Heal, heal some more, and when you think you're done healing — keep healing because when glass shatters, pieces go missing, waiting to be discovered.

And when it is time to love again there will be no more glass, no more hidden pieces, all that’s left will be you. A healed you. One that knows what happens when glass shatters, one who knows that each piece brought you back to life, ready to love, ready to feel, ready to hold, and ready to touch.

Love is a mystery, a spell, a hold, a bond, something so magical that it frightens but nurtures all at the same time.

But wait because the pain you overcame was not only so you could find love elsewhere, in another being, it was so you could hold yourself, support yourself… Love yourself.

Love will come, it will find you, no more shattered pieces, just you — full of love and ready to be loved.