In Other Words

When sunlight reaches you, It’s almost scary how warm it is, Compared to where the foliage has you shadowed, How lovingly it will caress you, Tell you that life is full of mysteries, And that it hopes that you live long enough to solve at least one, It’s almost scary how much it goes out of its way to reach you, Sunlight will travel billions and billions of miles to guide you, Show you pathways previously sheltered in a darkness, It will help you on your quest to understand the how and the why, Why you once felt that being kept locked up and cold was for the best, Why you once felt like living was a mistake, But it's when you cry your final tears and wish yourself the very best that you realise this is how much you are worth, Sunbeams and soft things,  Friendships and a future, You are worth that much, It’s only when you’ve truly been through hell that you get that little taste of normalcy, Your own little morsel of heaven, And you will feel its pressure on your heart like a hand measuring heartbeats, Your deepest fears that once stood at your feet and screamed are now just white noise that helps you sleep, Because now you know not to be afraid of demons crafted by a culture that is petty, Their weaknesses are their own and you know that now, You know that it’s okay to want to feel validated, That stuttering and stumbling over your words just means that you have a lot to say, And this is the wisdom you grow with, Loving yourself unconditionally, Being honest, Buying heart shaped sunglasses and wearing pink, Holding your breath after a shower to take that first crisp breath and letting the cool air wash over you, Having rituals and following none except for that one where you count to a hundred when you’re alone, It takes time, More than you’re willing to give, But before you know it, the first sproutlings emerge through solid volcanic lava, No crack is a sign of weakness when the world sees you’ve survived hellfire, No stone too tough because you’ll keep getting stronger, No doubt that you are your own Lazarus, And this is the life worth dying for. 

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