I have hurt.
I have felt pain beyond the tangible
here I am
crying out all of it,
the toxins that set in,
the poisonous words that brittle my bones.
These things have no eternal hold on me.
I am light
that has shifted and filtered through a million tragedies
only to settle upon a meadow wide,
the battlefield that has learned to regrow,
to make love bloom from pain,
to make love.
I have healed
though wounds may bear the scars of life
I have healed.
From the dust of my despair,
the lowest point of self-doubt…
I have made love.
Thank you for reading and sharing your own healing with me.
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”