I feel like I’ve lived a decade in a year. Without a doubt, the most profound and hardest year of my life. A year of healing. Like an immense weight has been lifted off my chest. Is this what it’s like to breathe again? To breathe deeply. To breathe completely. An inhale. A moment to savor the air. The taste of life is sweet. Exhale. Let go. Repeat.
“If the pain was deep, you will have to let it go many times.”
I don’t doubt there will be times when water will find its way to trickle through these cracks again. But I turn all of my pain into strength. So I say unto the earth—break me. Break me so wide open that the entire universe can fit in between these pieces.
About the Creator
S.R. Var
I wrote to understand the world around me. I stopped to become a scientist. Decades later, I write to understand myself. Perhaps if you see a bit of yourself in my writing, it may bring you some solace too.
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