PART 1/2: The Sting
First it hurts.
Actually, if we are real - it fucking stings.
Stings to the core.
Down deep in your chest.
Like lightening bolts, you’re being struck.
You can’t breathe.
There’s a lump in your throat.
It consumes you, but then it changes you.
But it hurts.
I won’t allow you to stay.
Sting, be gone.
I will allow myself to process the sting, but you don’t hold a space here in my new book.
You determine, not fate, but by your choices...
But it stings. Closing the chapter, it’s the season finale.
You will not stay.
Bitter or better.
Deal or dwell.
Yes, it fucking stings. Acknowledge the sting, is part of the healing.
You’ve evolved so much.
You’ve come so far.
The hurt has changed you.
The sting has left its mark.
Like a bee; leaving the sting mark as a reminder of who hurt you.
But then it changes you.
You find peace.
You find calm in the hurtful-shit-storm-sting.
The sting is still there. But it’s numb.
Why is this happening to me?
You keep pushing forward.
Having the strength to face another day.
Day after day.
Eventually, one day.
You wake. It’s nine months later.
The sting is no longer.
You can breathe freely.
The lump in your throat, where?
You look for the mark it once left...all but a distant memory.
My past does not define me.
A place of calm and a place of joy.
Healing has happened.
Healing continues to happen.
You chose not for it to consume you.
What lessons did I learn?
An Extraordinary Life? ...it’s all a matter of prospective. It’s waiting for you. The choice is yours. What do you choose? Choices
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