It's a process
Like picking at a scab I choose to go there even though it is guaranteed hurt a mix of curiosity and tragedy I seek peace and understanding in a place that only stirs up discord only reminds me of a time without peace I bite my nails until they are throbbing maybe so I can remind myself that I am still alive pain has a way of proving that growth is necessary growth causes tearing ripping what a mess my life tattered and torn no matter how I accessorize I cannot hide I am Cinderella before the magic but like her destined for the transformation to come. ~C