You can love yourself through anything!  Yes, even when you breakup with someone. Ending a relationship that was based on love and trust – oh, yes, that can mess with you, big time!  Breaking up IS ‘hard to do.’ But stay true to YOU through it all – through the sleepless nights – through the tears and even through the anger. Anger is simply a way of avoiding the pain. Face the pain …. walk through it. I promise you that on the other side of the pain great things are waiting for you. Let go and let God. Do your best to stay away from the place that questions your love, the quality of your love or the ability you have to love. That will eat you alive – that is ‘DRAMA’ and it is self-destructive and self-demeaning. To move on you must move in …. within yourself. For therein, you will find your paradise, your bliss, your peace of mind and the true connection you have to real love – divine love.


Tears like angry rain.

Gushing down the gutters to the drain.

Pooling in puddles of pain.

This again?

Dear God, we’re going to do this again?

I want tears that are pure – tears of joy.

Why is it we choose to hurt ourselves?

It is not another – it is our own expectations of the other that we allow

to disappoint us and wash us down the filthy gutter.

Collecting up all the pain of all the others.

Agony that lay in the street.

Nowhere else to go when it was kicked to the curb.

Put out there like the Monday trash – only no one came to take it away.

A few happened by and riffled through to see what was salvageable,

creating an even larger mess.

One man’s trash – another’s treasure?

Hardly seems so in this case.

Too many gaping wounds no one can close or erase.

Even the rains that come cannot purify what has putrefied.

Washed up in the heap of others – broken hearts and promises.

Lost lovers – dreams shattered – litter scattered all about.

Now piled as one heap – a foul disgusting mess – no longer a secret to keep.

Tears like angry rain – desperately attempting to wash away the pain.

Tears like cold water on a scald – sooner or later the blister will come.

The wound will heal.

The human body, the resilience of the soul, the endless ability of the heart;

now if only the mind would shut the hell up!

For it is the mind that stirs the pile of trash and allows the stench to escape.

A daily reminder of rotting memories – so leave the rubbish heap alone.

By the grace and glory of God the pile will rot itself away.

In its place seeds will sprout, buds will blossom, beauty will abound.

Tears no longer angry – rain gently falling on the ground.

Tears that purify – hidden treasures still to be found.
(c)~ Dharlene Marie Fahl “RED” ~

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Dharlene Marie Fahl is an entrepreneur and approaches everything she does with a universal, collaborative and cooperative spirit and is a CEO Space graduate and lifetime member. She has been a retail gift shop owner, a healing centre owner and operator, as well as a restaurant general manager and a director of training for a restaurant company responsible for seven restaurants. Her education and training is in Hospitality Management.

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