Friends with cancer,
My own journey with malignant cells,
Bombs in Boston
Children dying in school,
and on the streets.
Many empty bellies,
many lives that fail to bloom.
My heart, fiercely strong sometimes
at other times is held together
not even with duct tape and chicken wire,
but with fine, silk threads, bulging and fraying,
sloughing off in tiny pieces
with the knowing of all the stories of suffering.
I hang suspended, without breath,
trying to keep the thread from snapping
instead of just allowing my heart to break open
and build anew, from the inside.
~Brandie Sellers, 2013