My heart is torn between 2 possibilities:
Being torn into pieces,
And being mended back together.
Dreading heartbreak,
Or eagerly anticipating reunion.
It feels like a choose your own adventure book,
Except I'm the author and not the reader.
I know the possibilities,
I know how I'll be affected,
But the choice is not mine to make.
You would think that having options causes so much anxiety.
The truth is this: nothing is more terrifying,
Anxiety-inducing,
Immobilizing,
Than your story being the result of someone else's choice.
YOU ARE READING
growing pains
PoesíaSometimes you have to feel pain to grow, and that's okay because the other side will make it all worth it ♡
