Try to Praise Your Mutilated Heart

You've seen the refugees going nowhere, you've heard the executioners sing joyfully. - Adam Zagajewski, Try to Praise the Mutilated World Then you must praise your mutilated heart Remember how it sung in your breast Let joy and sorrow flow from your pen In remembrance of what was or might have been This is a journaling game that you can use to create space and time to grieve something you've lost. Draw just hearts from a deck of cards and respond to the matching prompt. I hope this practice gives you some solace, maybe even joy, in the midst of your grief.