pace is the trick

Waking up to the same noises 
worrying if I lost the ability to cry back there
Everything was so sad 
you're amazed by anything again
you watch it happen:
Sadness leaves it's mark
The wound is now a scar.
You dreamed about it-
the pace of nature//the space that heals you
you wake up to that place and look in the mirror
finally//with both eyes open
telling yourself:
--I am not ashamed nor proud
a mark is a mark is a mark
Without knowing it everyone has broken someones heart.