KINTSUGI.
FROM THE ASHES...
FROM THE SHATTERED PIECES.
FROM THE OVERWHELMING GRIEF AND SORROW.
FROM THE HEARTACHE AND HEARTBREAK.
WITH EVERY HIT.
WITH EACH DROP OF BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS.
I SUNK INTO THE DARKNESS.
INTO THE HOPELESSNESS.
LOST IN MY THOUGHTS.
LOST IN THE TEARS.
LOST IN THE ANXIETY.
IN MY SHAKING HANDS...
I CAN'T TELL APART THE TEARS FROM THE SWEAT.
THE COLD DRIPS ON MY BACK.
AS I SUNK INTO THE MATTRESS.
LOCKED AWAY.
CAUGHT IN THE DARKNESS. BOUND BY IT.
I WANTED IT TO END.
THE PAIN TO STOP...
AND THEN I SAID "HELP ME, PLEASE."
AND I WOKE UP.
SHAKING, CRYING, MOURNING, GRIEVING.
I KNEW SHE WASN'T COMING BACK.
I KNEW THEY HAD LEFT ME.
I KNEW THE DOORS HAD BEEN SLAMMED INTO AND ON ME.
AND FROM THESE BROKEN PIECES...
COMES SOMETHING GREATER. BOLDER. STRONGER.
BOUND BY THE GOLDEN AFTERMATH OF SORROW AND PAIN.
Yesterday, I grieved.
Today is the start of something new.
Thank you Sophia Kootsikas for the inspiration to get back into my creative pulse.
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