All those nights crying on the floor, dying inside, all the rawness bubbling to the surface. When my heart was lost. Oh, it felt like I was fading... I was. Old behaviors, attitudes were dying... disappearing into inky blackness.
With every tear shed -- the ice melted; w/ every wall that went up -- sunshine blazed through & the cobweds were cleared away by the briney breezes; and with every sharp stab that pierced my being & stole my breath -- my spirit soared and my soul detonated the feelings of worthlessness to shine like seaglass on the beautiful wet sand.
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