• adilhussain11 9w

    Grief called last night and it did not go straight into my voicemail.
    I took up a shovel and dug our repressed memories.
    Reopened old wounds until I hit the bone.
    But I am healing.
    And they tell me healing is quiet and mostly ugly.
    I was taught everything comes with an expiration date.
    So I have to believe I can find a window to my soul too.
    I have to learn how to orchestrate my heartbeat.
    I have to learn to love my scars because they are what remain of a bygone love.

    -Adil Hussain