If all the heartbreak I’ve endured lately is going to do anything to me
I’m going to make sure it doesn’t kill me.
I’m going to insist instead that it give me life.
All of this heart ache and damage to my soul; to who I am as a person,
It is not going to ruin me.
It is only going to help my dreams flourish.
If this pain does anything to me, I’m going to make sure it forces me to feel alive.
And I will write.
I will write until my hands bleed.
I will write until my bones are stiff,
Until my joints don’t move anymore.
If this shit storm is going to do anything to my life, it’s going to repair what has always been broken.
It’s going to heal me and I am going to rise from this.
But mark my words,
This madness is a force to be reckoned with.
If all these things that have broken my heart do anything to me,
I’m going to make sure that I survive whatever that may be.
Whoever this turmoil turns me into, I will make sure that she is kind, an open book, a force to be reckoned with, a blunt object ready to crack open the truth.
I will never be afraid again.
If this pain does anything to me, it’s going to fuel my fire.
And if you are in my story, my poetic heart,
you fuel my fire.
Let’s create something beautiful, shall we?