divorce

Divorce is losing love, friends, family to find yourself. It is everything is going to be.

A conclusion and a start. Grief that will ball you up at times, trying to teach you to spread your limbs. To let in the sun. To hydrate. Heart out to the world.

It is painful. It is whimpering. It is questioning everything — hardest of all yourself. Only to remember it is suffering, which is to say, it is life.

It is not exquisite or unique. It is experience. It is a familiar ending. No twist. No over exaggeration of how it came to be or how you’re going to make it through.

We are mundane. We are small. We have to hold this. And when we do, we’ll have energy to expend to cause as little harm as possible: to each other, to ourselves, to everything around us.

As consolation: while we’re here, despite the suffering, we get to breath in air. To push feet flat so the balls and the heels collide with the ground. To pull a honeysuckle stamen out and taste the sweet nectar. To exist. We get to exist.