my current situation really did try to kill off the person I thought I would always be. the hopeful and optimistic kid w. no regard for bitterness. life sank it’s fangs deep into my neck and it’s poison quickly spread through me. I could feel every part of me trying to resist and protect itself. fighting off the uninvited wickedness. but a calm came over me. a sudden resolve i didn’t recognized. I took a deep breath and let the poison devour the fragile pieces of my soul. the pieces that were unsure and wavering. there was no longer any room for doubt,
I was under attack and this was for keeps. so I began to shed the weakness like a snake sheds it’s skin. how ironic, for poison to heal you like medicine. I don’t feel like a child anymore. my body’s rough and covered in scars. my skin turned to armor. no longer hopeful. for I don’t hope things will work out, or wish, I know. I’m sure. I walked through hell’s flames and it was unpleasant but not impossible. for hell can’t destroy what was born from fire. my current situation really did try to kill off the person I thought I would always be. and in some ways it did.
I found new life in the ruins of my old self. changed, but not reduced.