The seam of our wounded hearts unraveled a bit quickly, taking us by surprise; the thread pulling like thick, brambled twine through silk, catching and snagging on resentments and repressed indignation.
Stretched fabric tore, pulled too hard in defiant opposition, and a hole appeared. Our voices raised, the gap widened by the steaming vent of hurt; passionate defenses lobbed and seared.
Slowly, the patient offering of loving kindness moved our words like needles over the separation and the heat of our anger began to heal us; melting and softening those prickly spurs, the seam mending.
Today we are stronger for the split.
Sometimes division equals a brand new whole.
Go figure.
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