My heart goes out to you. Such a familiar phrase with infinite weight…meaning. But it does, my heart, it does go out to you. You who are suffering, you who are in the throes of a love that brings you a mixed bag of treasures and sharp edges. Maybe that love is the one inside of you, that you are digging to find with deeply filed nails filled with the remnants of memories you’d hope you’d never have to feel again. But you do feel them, grainy, cutting your skin and drawing the blood of buried emotions that are spiked with poison. But poison can only be expelled through a natural course of working its way through, in, out and away…Away cannot come soon enough to keep you from wanting to shut down and be done with it all. It will, move through, in and out of you, it will, the poisoned blood and buried emotions are not meant to thrive forever, they are simply acid rain that falls from clouds passing by. The clean rain, sunshine and wind will be your savior. But you must taste the blood on your hands and wipe it on a clean surface, clean up that surface and throw the bloody towels away before the next storm. The reward is the sun, the ray of light that floods the dark and makes space for a fresh start.