learning to write love on my arms.

• 2011-10-26 4 notes

  brokenness.  pain.  hurt.  tears.

  so long i ran from these words.  ran from the meaning and the implications of these words.  the running took me no where except to more brokenness, pain, hurt, and tears.  and so i tried to hold on tighter.  and the tighter i held, the worse the pain became.

  until i let go.

  letting go.  the freedom from those words.  not that it meant everything is perfect.  i still am broken.  i still have pain.  i still hurt and i still shed tears, but now, there is hope.  i have hope that i will no longer drown in my tears.  hope that when i emerge from the darkness, i am still loved.  but most of all?

  hope that through the brokenness, pain, hurt, and tears that i have experienced, someone else may find hope.

  {there is hope and freedom in our stories}

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