You’ve loved, and you’ve lost. You have carried what couldn’t be fixed. You’re still learning the meaning of forgiveness.
You're in good company here.
Which leads me to share this poem with you, called "The Unbroken." That's how I like to think of you and I.
The poem is from Rashani Réa, a long-time activist, prolific artist and author, and practitioner of earth-based spirituality.
It was written in December, 1991, after the fifth death in her family.
Rashani graciously gave me permission to share her poem with you. In return, I encourage you to take a look at her other works (because: important work deserves to be seen).
Reading her words, I can't come up with any better way to put it — the recognition that your wounds have carried you from lost to found, from pain to love, from broken to "unbroken."
What you've been through is part of you, a more powerful and potent you. You've learned how to bloom from your wounds. You know each loss will teach you how to live.
In this poem, I see the making of who we have decided to become because of the grieving we've done.
by Rashani Réa
There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open
to the place inside which is unbreakable
while learning to sing.
. . .
What does this poem mean to you, how does it speak to your personal experience with loss?
Tell me in the comments. I read every single one, and I’d be honored to read your thoughts.
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