I've grown stillness in the absence of movement when it comes to observing the faults that I still haven't made peace with.
Make me acknowledge that I'm revisiting the pain that blossoms upon my tongue.
When some days I hate the thought of love.
That the bruises that it bring.
Feeling so much is overwhelming in the sense that I have deep gratitude for moving forward during chaos I made amends with.
Knowing that you are carrying me.
But I haven't been honest with myself enough that I am at war to survive.
Illumination hasn't yet surrounded me in places where darkness roam.
I found freedom in way how to speak to my heart in a language that conviction convince my demons to leave.