A Forest of Me

I’ve been trying to find my way through the darkness. I know it isn’t night, because my soul finds comfort in the stars and the moon- who have always had a way of directing me when the sun has laid to rest. This is emptiness. This is the realization that even though there are those who offer love and support, through this, I must travel alone. I must stumble through the void and fumble for the pieces of myself I have lost along my journey with him. Still, this isn’t loneliness. Because each time I find a new piece, I can feel something new intertwining like vines into my veins. My roots dig deeper into the earth. I blossom. I am no longer tattered bits of fabric for another man to tear. As I wade through the deep, my eyes begin to adjust. Every new path shimmers. I am comforted now by my own company. I may be covered in scars and stitches, but I’ve discovered my very own diamond thread. ________ He’s a coward for all of the ways he refuses to accept what he did. The darkness is no place for a coward. This is the hallowed ground where I’ve grown to accept my demons. I’ve learned to love my darkness, as my darkness has loved me. I dare you to challenge me here.