"Some Fill with Each Good Rain"
This is a fitting poem for this rainy day. It was written by a man (Sufi poet Hafiz), and I am dedicating it to the men in my life who have loved and lost, and question whether they can love again:
"There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.
There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain.
Others are far, far too deep
For that."