Refuge

Take refuge. I implore you. Take refuge in tears and rubble. Take refuge in bad things you find yourself needing, things that seek to swallow. Be swallowed, if necessary. Take refuge. Take refuge in things that hurt less, less than what life is now. It's okay. Take refuge. In arms that will not hold and nights that numb. Take refuge, if you must. It's painful enough without the shame that inevitably pierce from blind eyes and gaping wound mouths. Take refuge in your emptiness. The time will come for fullness. It always comes. So for now, take refuge.