Broken Open

I picture us casting away the burdens of sorrow and regret until nothing remains but gratitude and forgiveness, which are pure and clear and utterly weightless, and our souls are so light we can fly. The saga is unbound by linear terms, and it's happening still, and it breathes within me, as real as my own pulse. For lack of a better term, I shall title it love. And it endures. - Cynthia Carbone Ward