And gods, has it been broken
many times
so many that sometimes
I feel like all that's left is scar tissue
and wouldn’t it be lovely if that only made it
hard to pierce again
because have you tried getting through that shit
with a blade or needle?
That shit is strong
I’m not though
I just feel sore
and I can feel it aching with every move
it is still trying to make
and by god, does that make it hard to feel.
Not because I would be incapable,
I am way too capable for all the big emotions
but they hurt so much more
especially when they are supposed to not hurt at all.
In a way,
I am glad all this
has not hardened me
bittered me
made me cold to the world
but there are times where I wish
it was rather that
than endless aching
because gods,
thats so exhausting
for me and everyone who loves me ever.
And yet
I am stubborn
as stubborn as I’ve always used to be
and I will gnaw and gnash my way through this
and just hope that someday
this will become easier
less painful
or only easier to bear.
My endless optimism
is just my stubbornness in disguise.
I refuse to have this be my forever.
I refuse to not fight for my chance
to be happy after all.
And so,
once more,
I take my broken heart,
make it into art,
like mother Carrie taught me to,
like Frida said,
like all these glorious women before me
who refused to be beaten by a hard life,
make it into art
to show the world,
lay my vulnerabilities wide open
and have them be my armor
as contradictory as this may sound.
Take my broken heart,
make it into art,
trust the process
so that what evolves
may be whole again
or maybe
even just beautiful enough
to kill the pain
for good.