Love is your childhood home. Your favourite part on
the couch, the same chair at the kitchen table. Love
is your worn-in sweater, the way it smells after you
hang it to dry in the garden. Love is the creak in the
stairs, the hook in the entryway you always hang your
coat on. But leaving makes a mess of it all; it rearranges things. Suddenly, the couch is different, and your
favourite chair is broken. Your worn-in sweater is
torn, and the clothing lines in the backyard have been
blown down by wind. Suddenly, the stairs are quiet in
the night, the hook is on the other side of the room.
Healing forces you to move. Forces you to buy a different
couch, forces you to replace the chair. Healing
stitches together your worn-in sweater, patches it with
new fabric, pieces of another story. Healing forces you
to embrace the silence in the steps, the fact that you
have to hang your coat in a different place from now
on. Healing forces you to change, to leave behind the
familiar. Healing forces you to rebuild.
The truth is, when you continue to chase someone
who does not want to be caught, you close yourself
off to those who do. You close yourself off to the person who wants to know how many sugars you take
in your morning coffee; you close yourself off to the
soul that wants nothing more than to hear you singing off-key in the shower for the rest of their lives.
When you continue to beg for the kind of love you
have been giving someone all along, you close yourself
off to the person who dreams of being your favorite
thing; you close yourself off to the person who eagerly
awaits a heart like yours—no matter how loudly it
beats against your chest, no matter how messy or sensitive or soft it is. You close yourself off to the person
who wants to be your safe place, your refuge; someone who wants to prove to you that love can stay, that
love can heal the past, that love can be balanced and
full and hopeful for once in your life. When you continue to chase those who do not want to be caught,
you rip out pieces of your soul just trying to make it
fit into the palms of someone who does not want to
hold you. You bankrupt yourself for someone, closing yourself off from the human being who would
have been able to see your worth all along; closing
yourself off from the human being who would have
loved you from the start.
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The Strength in our Scars
PoesiaBy Bianca Sparacino - this tackles the gut-wrenching but relatable experiences of moving on, self-love, and ultimately learning to heal. In this book you will find peace, you will find a rock, you will find understanding, and you will find hope. Rem...
