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There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken,
A shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow beyond all grief which leads to joy,
And a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words,
Through which we pass with each loss,
Out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into Being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound,
whose serrated edges cut the heart as we break open
To the place inside which is unbreakable and whole,
While learning to sing.
by Rashani