Holding the Shard

Don't you go giving up on us now. We understand it's very tempting. But don't you go giving up on us now, so close to the ending. Don't you know you've done the worst part? Don't you know you already lived through the limits of what a person can take? Now it's only memories that haunt you. 

Nothing can be as bad as it was before. You've already gone through hell. Over and over and over and over and over again. 

Don't you go giving up on us now. Not when you're so close to making it. How could we let you give up now, when you're so close to the end? You did your service lovingly, now you're losing your will. You did your service faithfully, just like you said you would. 

You went down into the cracks, the terrible cracks. You went to feel what was there in the darkness. You went to feel what was there. The contrast to Oneness. The contrast to love. The soul-wrenching darkness that fragments, the aloneness and the pain.

Now you bring the pieces back together. You are the unifying force. Now you bring your pieces back together. Everything is right on course, at last.

Still there is something destroyed in you. How much can you witness before it poisons you? How much can you hold without it holding you? How much darkness can you hold, before it holds you, too?

Believe us, we understand. Believe us, we haven't left. Believe us, it's the poisons in your mind. And if we could extract them, we would. When you ask us to, we can. But we still understand that you don't trust us now. 

Because of the splinter in your heart. 

Can you walk around and feel what it feels to be, a shard? Can you walk around and hold that lost shard? Can you walk around and let her feel what she needs to feel? What needs to be felt in a body that can feel?

So you lent your body so it could feel this for all of us. The shard needs a home. A resonant body in form. A guiding host to hold her. So that she has to place to be.