Maybe Someday

Maybe someday

You’ll find it in your heart

To branch out

To reach out

To take the tendrils of your soul and embrace

The incongruity

In continuity

Of the human existence

Maybe someday

The ache you feel pulsating inside your chest

Will no longer be a painful reminder

Of the things that you missed

But instead

They will be the gateway

Stairway

Hidden hallway

To your innermost soul

Maybe someday

You will crack open your rib cage

And bare out your soul

Challenging

Captivating

Catastrophizing

Urging those who ogle

to turn the pages

Of your mangled soul

Rub their fingertips through the gouges

Left by harsh tongues

And even more dangerous silences

Maybe someday

You will allow your soul

To be painstakingly reworked

Carefully plundered

From the scrap bin in which you have banished

The burnished soul

Maybe someday

Maybe someone

Will carve their way

So deep into the crevasse

Between your sternum and spine

That where one of you begins

And the other one ends

Are no more than some dreamers

Lucid belief

Maybe someday

You will allow

Your soul to be exposed

To the exfoliating scrapes

Of true love

Whatever the fuck that is

And maybe someday

You’ll realize that every tumble and tarnish

Every chip and every crack

Was absolutely worth it

To unearth

Whatever

This is

Maybe someday

"Don’t try to use what you learn from Buddhism to be a Buddhist; use it to be a better whatever-you-already-are.”
Dalai Lama  (via drizzleandahurricane)
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