Ache– the toppling over,
the feeling that something vital is disintegrating,
the stuck in the muck feeling
seeping out at the edges
—oh—- i want to twist away
from this loneliness. There seems to be
no place for it in the swirling world around me
all this sadness and unexpressed parts
we can end up carrying all this sadness
and unexpressed bits of ourselves
if we don’t speak up
spill open
and be truely as we are
I am learning that loving all the
way can ache and sting, but loving
halfway doesn’t keep
us safe,
it leaves us with a hope that could
never live out loud...
(Sabrina Harrison,
The True and the Questions) 
