I do not sniffle them down or push them away, unless for just a moment to arrive at a more appropriate place to let them flow.
I have not allowed my heartache to make me bitter, though I hurt.
And sometimes I allow that hurt to overtake me, to bring me to my knees, because I know that in order for a broken bone to heal it needs to be reset and sometimes that is the most painful thing of all.
So I hurt and I ache, and sometimes everything in me shakes. But I am being broken to be repaired. To be made new.
I am ruined to be remade.
