There Is Always Hope:
For years I was in darkness;
A shell of myself,
Cold and distant,
Numb to everything but despair.
Pain buried deep inside.
Knowing I was loved,
yet believing I was unlovable.
Stuck in a cycle,
Clinging to ‘safety’.
Walls built so high no one could reach me.
Defensive. Unfeeling. Deceiving.
Hopeless.
“You will never heal from this”
But now,
I see the sun rise and feel it’s warmth.
Blossoming into myself –
Perfectly imperfect.
Experiencing the rollercoaster that is life,
Showing up in vulnerability.
Acknowledging pain,
And beginning to heal.
Accepting myself for who I am.
Allowing myself to love and be loved.
There is nothing safe in vulnerability,
Yet in knocking down those walls
I freed myself,
Letting in the world,
And the endless possibilities of life.
Broken. Recovering. Feeling. Living.
Healing.
I am getting there.
