Survival can be beautiful !!
The things that failed to kill me
are the ones I survived ;
Bleeders that failed to heal
are the wounds I beautified;
The voices too loud to deafen my ears
The images too sharp to fog my eyes
The scenes too bright for my nerves to go hazy
The thoughts too gulped to lump at my throat
The scents too hollow to pit in my sorrow
The imagery too walled for it to be walked
The spirit too vacuous for the essence to follow
I won’t let my pain into vain
I won’t let my hurt turn my heart
I’ll make my heart better !!!! Not bitter !!!!
Depression is also smaller than you.
Always, it’s smaller than you, even when it feels vast.
It operates within you, you don’t operate within it. It may be a dark cloud passing across the sky but – if that’s the metaphor- You are the sky. You were there before it. And the cloud can’t exist without the sky, but the sky can exist without the cloud.
I thought my Heart would explode
And yes it did explode….
In a fountain bursting into showers of LOVE
It sank me deep into itself….immersing me in it’s purity
Transforming the parts that were not Love and
Healing every bit of it
Soon after, I became LOVE
LOVE was me and I was LOVE !!!!