"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.
I'm exhausted from trying to be stronger than I feel. I'm truly trying to forgive and let go. I'm tired of being afraid. I'm tired of crying. I know I'm enough. I just have to reiterate that dialogue internally and focus on the good.
It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.