stretch marks
You didn't break my heart, you stretched it and these growing pains, they tend to tenderize what's in the way. A sweetness lies in the discomfort of strengthening and lengthening this muscle and I feel held by the clouds that I admire, the trees that give me cover from the rain, the last sunrays exploding into colour. I see myself embraced by everything that I think I lack as if it never left but was only waiting right outside the boundaries of where I thought I wasn't allowed to walk. You didn't break my heart, but goodness, how it aches in its expansion how my ancient wounds flicker as they observe that this is different, this time I'm staying, this time I won't abandon my grace. 20-07-2025