Sunday, February 27

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

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