Breaking Open

Do not celebrate my life

When I die.

I want you to grieve.

Grieve so deeply that your heart opens.

I want you to wail; wail a love song.

Fall to your knees in heartache and call out my name.

Do not pretend you are okay.

When in reality you are breaking

O P E N.

And if you cannot grieve

Then, you never truly loved me.

For it is in love that we grieve so deeply.

Do not honour my life

Without shedding a tear.

For if you truly knew me,

Knew how to honour me,

You would do so with raw, wild, unbound

T E A R S.

We will meet again.

In the beautiful landscape of the soul.

You can find me there,

But first, you must

G R I E V E.