rise

It's time darling. It's time for you to feel every agonizing second of this. You run and run and find somewhere new to hide. You hide there until that one hurts and then find a new place to hide. Only this time it didn't hurt. It didn't tear you down. It didn't break you. Until you ran. You ran from everything that was made to lift you up. You let yourself down. You hurt yourself on this one. But maybe hurt isn't the right word. Maybe hurt is to ordinary for this. Maybe this one is a soul sick, heart sick, life altering type of hurt. There isn't a word that I can find to describe it. But this time. This time darling, you've got to feel it. Every agonizing moment of it. And let it tear your fragile heart out. Let it fall to the floor and shatter again. Let it engulf your soul and burn it to nothing.

But then love, then you rise. You rise from the ashes like you have so many times before. But this time you rise, on your own. Head high. Pain in the past. Fear in the rear view. And everything, everything ahead.