Break, break, break
gently, my love.
Upon the shore of my heart
leave your pain, your worries and your heartbreak.
Rend, rend, rend
upon my shoulder
those feelings of sadness, inadequacy and despair.
Rip, rip, rip
From the soul of your being
The meaningless garb of self-pity, guilt and worthlessness.
Lay it all at my door
Lay it out as you would on a sparkling, clean floor;
Watch as I wash it all away
Without question, without contempt and without pretense.
For in your agony I see what I never did tell another soul:
A mirror to my own suffering.
Thank you to Lord Alfred Tennyson for the first line for today’s verse