This Is It
There are some things you just can't come back from the same
and you know what? That's okay.
You will be marked, scarred, tattooed,
and molded by what is done.
In this vortex flailing in the abyss of the darkest realms...
time melts away as you accept that this is it.
It will sting but stay with it.
Stay here, it hurts, yes, but resist the urge to give in.
In faith you have to keep moving and as you do
you start to transcend,
you start to transform,
and use the pain of the past to sculpt something new-
a new you.
Now that pain serves as a source,
a reminder that resides in your eyes
of the price you paid to become this stronger version of you.
Congratulations: you are living.
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