I find it oddly reassuring,
to consume art that consists of sorrow.
The ability to create from a place of
deep distress,
to put words to feelings that go unnoticed.
There is comfort in knowing that
you are not alone in this,
that there are some who feel
the plight in your bones.
To not shy away from the hurt
that you feel,
To look inside yourself and
find that you are
not always happy to be here.
There is comfort in acknowledging
that you have been broken,
in understanding all the ways in
which you have been seared into.
Once you have felt comfort in
your darkest depths,
Once you have faced what has
pained your soul,
This is when you can finally
begin to heal.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
I find it oddly reassuring,
to consume art that consists of sorrow.
The ability to create from a place of
deep distress,
to put words to feelings that go unnoticed.
There is comfort in knowing that
you are not alone in this,
that there are some who feel
the plight in your bones.
To not shy away from the hurt
that you feel,
To look inside yourself and
find that you are
not always happy to be here.
There is comfort in acknowledging
that you have been broken,
in understanding all the ways in
which you have been seared into.
Once you have felt comfort in
your darkest depths,
Once you have faced what has
pained your soul,
This is when you can finally
begin to heal.
