When you are abandoned,
Listen with your whole heart to the mighty rushing wind
When you are rejected
Watch the falling rain drops descend from stormy skies
When you feel alone
Dip your hand into the coolness of the babbling brook
When you are shattered
Walk on soft earth and lay your hand on rough solid granite
Let the pounding surf, rolling waves remind you where you came from
Let the moon and stars tell you tales of your eternal home
The sun does not cease to share its rays to warm your countenance
Broken, bruised, battered, barren
The flame will speak your name
Calling you a treasure in an earthen vessel
But like any precious metal
You have impurities
Molten smelting required
Before the revealing of...
Your glory
If I am honest with myself, it hurts to grow. It often takes pain to motivate me to change and to see the patterns I become comfortable with are no longer working. Cutting away familiar and comforting habits that are unhealthy still wounds and bleeds. Emotions that I have hidden, don't really go away when I won't face them