The sweet sadness of loss
and long, lonely nights
I once viewed as damage
chips and cracks to cry over
evidence of unworthiness
that everyone would see
I've learned to understand
that old wounds are what
weaved me into who I am
a wonderful landscape with
deep valleys of despair that
can be filled up with healing water
These dark caverns of past pain
create breathtaking contrast
and allow me to ascend higher
and appreciate the peaceful peaks
speckling my span of time here
with all consuming beauty
I am so grateful for all the tears
and the twinges of discomfort
that form tight tethers to my past
even my small sufferings have been
dear friends and teachers to me
I've learned how to love my broken pieces
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That amazing beauty to be found in the brokenness. With everything always coming around full circle. ❤
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There is a quote about this idea that I dearly love and think of often, “The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.” ❤
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Yes! I can totally see this deeply from so many levels at once. One of those levels being, you cannot either prefer or neglect one over the other. As they both need each other to work together to complete the cycle.
Thank you so much for this! I’ve got yet another beautiful quote to add to my favorites. I’ll also be delving even deeper into this idea for myself. ❤️
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