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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