The Blood & The Bones

We don’t often talk about how it has saved us.

How there were so many days where the quiet was too loud and the thoughts would creep in about closing the book and saying goodbye.

But we realize just as quickly that we have no right to pass this hurt onto others with our absence. That we are stronger than even we believe. That we carry on because we must. That the space we leave behind would be for we vacant, never to be filled with what we bring.

And so instead to ease our own emptiness, to calm the steady throb of anguish, to justify the love that was misguided or felt to be only ever given, to make sense of all that had left us bare and thought to be meaningless, to make sound of our own in solemn places by pushing pen against paper…

We would write.

the blood

& the bones