Don’t close your heart and call it strong.

Don’t stay there too long.

In the doorway, I mean. The one between who you were before it happened and who you’ve been since. You know the one. You stand in it every morning. You’ve furnished it with caution, and you’ve called it wisdom, and you’ve convinced yourself that living in the threshold is the same as being safe.

It’s not. It’s just a slower way …