Picking at the pieces

9/24/15

Everything that is done and gone has changed the person that you have become. It has made you stronger and tough but it has also worn you down. You are not the same person you were when the storm hit. You're calloused and rough, unable to feel all of the wondrous thing you've felt before.

What was once the curiosity to discover new things is now fear of the unknown. Excitement is now dread and hate. The daydreams are now nightmares that haunt you even when awake. Your heart has no room for love because of all the pain ripping it to shreds.

You've pushed everything and everyone away and you didn't even know it. You just woke up one morning all alone, no one to say good morning to or to eat breakfast with. There are no more texts because there isn't anyone to receive texts from. All the shoulders to lean on are gone being there for someone else.

You're all you have left. The only person that can pick up the pieces of your soul is you. You will have to be your own advocate. Your own shoulder to lean on when things get though. You can't give up on yourself. There's still life worth living even though you think there isn't. Believe me, there will come a day when you will wake up to arms caressing you while the sunlight is warming your face. There will be a day when the love of your life will sit across from you at breakfast and a text will come in from your best friend in the whole world about how her world is shattered and you will be able to be her shoulder to lean on.

Yes, everything is in pieces right now and the storm doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon but you have to know that this isn't going to last forever. One day you'll wake up and be able to smile again and it will be sooner than you think.