Say goodbye to the
“I’m sorrys”, that bluntly make their way out through your lips,
And pick your body and soul up.
You, were
Not created to be an object of self-pity,
Your beautiful mind was not sculpted to be sorry for the body
That it is in.
You are a soarer
Quit being a digger
And find your place beyond the stars.
Put your chin up
A bit higher than the clouds
Because even the skies can never contain
Your entirety.
Open those feasts,that you once closed to protect yourself from the all the
Sharp things that may end up in your hands,
Instead
Embrace every single flower and needle
That life drops on you.
The flowers will bloom on you making you realize that growth happens
Slowly,and the needles will pierce your hands,
Maybe a bit too deep,
Bringing forth a spill of blood
And scars that will one day,
Remind you
that you have been through thin needles,
And thick blood spills
And there will be no obstacle in this life that can ever
Press you down.
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