My heart is a construction site. It echoes like a drill in my chest Slowly coming apart I sigh deeply Pushing back the tears that have been welling in my eyes for weeks I pace my room Gathering courage to leave it. Everything in here And everything out there Makes
We must stop treating pain like poison. Poison gets in, destroys, cripples, and kills. Pain gets in, destroys, cripples .. And makes space for something new to be built. It will not kill you; its intention was never to end you but to expand you.
Treat your pain like dough. You have to touch it. Toil with it. Stretch it, test it, discover what lies beneath it. All until you finally mould it into something beautiful.