I wanted to tell you that the heartbreak is going to hit you like lightning.
A big jolt of electricity, wiring you up, at the same time killing your body cells with it's power.
I wanted to warn you of the consequences, how it would burn you alive except you are not dead, you are just burning up like a phoenix dying, and reborn over and over again.
Regenerated in to something that you are completely foreign to.
You won't feel like you are in the same skin, which is foolish to even think because it makes you question who you truly are.
you will be the woods after a forest fire.
Burnt, debris, damaged, but with a chance of growing again in the right conditions.
Though it will take time to find those circumstances, believe me my dear, in time you will.
You will heal. Your cells regenerate and your body grows.
And soon, you will use your weakness as your armor.
You will fight your demons, and you will fight it to death.
And when the lightning strikes you again, you will be prepared. You are going to accept it with your arms wide open, taking it as your guiding light.
-Things I never got time to tell you
YOU ARE READING
Raconteur
PoetryThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
