We are human...
A list of uncountable possibilities...
Of truth, lies, and stories...
History that weaves us together with years and moments
We know ourselves...
And try to know others
Hidden within the senses
There can be an abandonment left to the dark corners of the heart
We give so much of ourselves in the beginning before the end is even seen
Promises made are counted with mouthfuls of forever's
Our bodies become broken into a thousand questions...
We all know loss...
It's the sharp edge of a blade
The deep feeling of realization that steals the breath...
For devastation only knows one thing...
To cut unmercifully deep...
But what does more damage?
The knife or the words fallen from the lips?
We all have those parts of us that are more scar tissue than skin
But what if this is how we heal?
The broken is letting light in...
Like the gentle rising moon at midnight
The allowance of self forgiveness settles in
Hands holding onto hope
Arms embraced with understanding
You will find you...
Rewrite the dictionary of all the words you use in the trying
Be not the collateral damage in someone else's war against themselves
This is not your debt you owe...
Payment in belief of yourself is an education well spent
Action above silence is the cure
The act of survival is motion forward
Existence is living...
Through the stillness...
And the storms.
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