Blessed am I to articulate my sorrow,
What luck it is to experience pain from within.
For a rose remains an object of muse, despite the thorns it may bear.
Thankful for the person I existed as in my past lives. Grateful for the experiences I was able to live through this year & for anybody whom I had the opportunity or chance to exchange words with. To be the full embodiment of everything I am not and who I am yet to be is an honor.
There is sense of comfort in knowing that the wars which are fought in silence - will prepare me for the beauty of the storm which is yet to come. For when unfamiliarity and discomfort engage in battle once more, I shall welcome them with an open heart and arms. Ready to embrace.