Seen something that pushed and pulled at your heart? The feeling of the explosion coming, the one that will leave you scattered in pieces? The sight is now compounded with fear of the pain of your soon to be shattered heart.
I have looked. I have seen what came inches from breaking my heart and I have turned away. Blocked it out. Denied it.
But now, as I approach the event horizon of my heart more often. I remember what I have heard, what I have read, what I fear must be truth. Broken hearts rend the heavens and move the earth.
I stand now and look for the next time I stand on the threshold.
May our hearts break and bleed.