Each day there is a moment

a silent self regard

to accept the hurt unspoken

to admit that things are hard.

In these tearful pauses, remember,

to take in breath and center.

Trust the calm spaces within your soul,

give faith permission to enter.

And there, in that moment,

say thank you.

Thank you.

because hard comes when you are ready.

because hard is still you breathing

because hard is a goodbye to a scar.

You are healing what once was grieving.

Strength doesn’t form from ease,

it grows from interference.

Grace is bestowed as we lie weeping,

a gift of our perseverance.

Shanti. Shanti. Shanti.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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