I seethe lighton the horizonand the hopeis there. The head has chosen,clear and certain,while the heartmoves more carefully,still learning the weightof its own steps. Sadness hides,curling intothe warm armsof another,not to disappearbut to soften. The past grows quieter.It no longer calls my name,only lingersas somethingI once carried. I walk forwardwithout needingto be whole yet.With a … Continue reading When the Heart Is Slower