Grow
In the memory of those who walked before me, holding my hands and guiding me through sorrow and greatness. I find a sound resolution to the quake that is finding ripples across my skin. A soft whisper that echoes deep within my spirit. I close my eyes and do not deny the calm that is found here.
Those who have walked with me, within the depth of darkness and did not shrink back in beyond the trembling monster I woke. These are the people that held me tight. Lightened my loads and sheltered the quiet soul. Demanding that I shed all that was breaking me.
A silent mold that squeezed so much air from my lungs. Shaded my eyes and stole the very thought of peace. This despair I cradled for so long. I wanted to wallow in the negativity and find refugee where there was none.
Finding that there was a guiding light, I found a place to no longer fear. To no longer shy away from what was demanding great slashes and burgundy blood to pour from my veins. I found a calm in the wake of a storm. Found stability in the broken foundation.
I am not alone is all I can say.
And as I find myself leaning into all that welcomed light into my life, I realize that all the fire I have been pursuing is just imaginative. That the wound I held, festering, is now scabbing. Growing a new layer of scarred skin.
Some could be burned by the appearance but the flame that caused a tremble is no longer a threat. There is wick within this spirit. I grow deeper then I burst. I can now explore all that was bleak inside my life. I am capable of showing gratitude over the damage that has scored lashes across my core. From that I crave the wonder of learning.
I search. I reach. The light is a sliver but it is mine to explore.
Those who have walked with me, within the depth of darkness and did not shrink back in beyond the trembling monster I woke. These are the people that held me tight. Lightened my loads and sheltered the quiet soul. Demanding that I shed all that was breaking me.
A silent mold that squeezed so much air from my lungs. Shaded my eyes and stole the very thought of peace. This despair I cradled for so long. I wanted to wallow in the negativity and find refugee where there was none.
Finding that there was a guiding light, I found a place to no longer fear. To no longer shy away from what was demanding great slashes and burgundy blood to pour from my veins. I found a calm in the wake of a storm. Found stability in the broken foundation.
I am not alone is all I can say.
And as I find myself leaning into all that welcomed light into my life, I realize that all the fire I have been pursuing is just imaginative. That the wound I held, festering, is now scabbing. Growing a new layer of scarred skin.
Some could be burned by the appearance but the flame that caused a tremble is no longer a threat. There is wick within this spirit. I grow deeper then I burst. I can now explore all that was bleak inside my life. I am capable of showing gratitude over the damage that has scored lashes across my core. From that I crave the wonder of learning.
I search. I reach. The light is a sliver but it is mine to explore.
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