be soft enough
to accepted the pain
of the needle and thread—
this is the beginning
of healing.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
i can’t explain
why when my mind wanders
it’s always
to you.
at such a late hour
rationality abandons me
and my heart screams out for you—
and i would bear the pain
of losing you again,
just to see you
once more.
i had lost the sun
but found myself
in the stars
and the constellations.
i hung my heart
amongst the stars
and watched it shoot
across
the sky.
my heart broke
and i emerged
with wings.
peace comes
with perspective,
as all water
looks still
from a distance.
what a beautiful
dangerous thing it is
to care so deeply
it touches
your soul.
your scars
are a sign of strength
not weakness—
for many bleed
but few
truly
heal.
*artwork by Natasha Genge