I wear you every day.
A delicate fabric that can tear at any moment.
I can’t give you away,
you’re sewn into my skin.
But
maybe
I can layer you
with a new coat material,
fresh warmth,
strong lining,
bold buttons,
that tie our seams together
so nothing can rip us apart.

Sometimes
I'm not sure
if writing
is breaking
me apart
or putting me
back together.

In other words,
you are healing.

Cornered
again
by battles
left behind,
I realized
that my
weakest
elements
are my
strongest
allies.

Stop
tripping
over
a path
you’re
not on.

What if every emotion
that refuses to live
below the surface
is a guardian angel.
Protecting
what’s underneath
while we heal
and grow wings.
When we’re ready,
they’ll open the gates,
so we can take flight.

Today
is a present
yesterday
could never
give and
tomorrow
could never
take away.