BROKEN SPACES
This is for you💖💔💖this Valentines Day
Hold on, hold on- Broken Hearted, Broken Spirited, Broken Bodied; each pain a moment, each pang a memory, each piece a miracle, shattered by heartache- the Hand lifts each, more precious than a jewel placing each into a mosaic of light and shadow, a Masterpiece of Life... hold on, hold on, the end is not yet here you, His Work of Heart; Love in the Broken Spaces.
My heart was broken 5 years ago when my husband past. We had been married 54 years. But day by day. I have seen joy and happiness. In your words and Black Knights stories. No my heart is not healed. It will never be. But I can smile again. Hugs and joy to you.
It doesn't end because it's Eternal Misery. Not even death is permanent, not even suicide is an escape.
Everything will always be Eternal Misery.