One of my goals in life is to never put myself in a situation where I have to sit at a podcast and talk about how someone broke me in any kind of way. If anything must break⦠I will be doing the breaking of thyself, thank you very much. Or I can simply choose not to.
Because why must anything break?
Why is it an option?
What's wrong with remaining wholesome?
Then I wouldn't have used up my reserves.
I wouldn't have been a lifeline to wanderers.
A drinking spot for hunters who have no problem hunting me.
Why is my wholeness an attack on your identity?
Why are you compelled to destroy my essence?
Why does my freedom irritate you?
Why do I look better to you when I'm hurting and uncomfortable?
Why do you resent me so much?
Why does the possibility of my pain excite you?
Or maybe I'm just a reflection of everything you are not, and you hate it.
But have you ever thought about what you are and how to love it?
Have you taken time to look at yourself and love on yourself?
Have you fallen in love with your scars and accepted them as badges of experience, or do you hide them behind masks and half-truths?
Because I promise you:
Only when your scars are beautiful to you will you find peace within the body that you can't escape⦠and when you find comfort within yourself, my comfort will be unthreatening to you.
--- GeminiX
Sometimes
I lie down.
I close my eyes and drift
to a place where I can't take anyone with me. And there⦠it's dark, but it's calm.
Because it's a place where I keep no secrets, no shame, and no fear.
It's the dungeon where kindness, generosity, and beauty live.
The darkness is soft and balanced and hopeful and determined to spark a light that illuminates everything so that I can see it with my eyes open.