A broken compass

There is nothing beautiful about pain.
Nothing beautiful about
Broken hearts
War torn minds
When you’re drowning
Pain isn’t pretty
It doesn’t make you more of a person
Just less

Now you’re on solid ground
Still it beckons
Like the sirens out at sea
an old lover you can’t quite forget

There is nothing beautiful about pain
And yet
There is captivation in the depths
Enveloping waves of safety
The quiet power of losing it all
A broken compass
Stranded between land and sea


I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.

– Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena