When the misery is still there
Coiled around your heart
Years of bitterness not burned away
Sleepless nights and bad art
A sad song playing distantly
In one of the rooms of your mind
A vivid painting of the place
Where you were once lost
When the misery is still there
And you get out of bed
And you buy your groceries
And you schedule your appointments
And you stop
To listen to birdsong
To appreciate a pretty cloud
When the misery is still there
But no longer defines you
What is that called?
"When the misery is still
"When the misery is still there
But no longer defines you
What is that called?"
The definition is new every morning, but always something a little better than yesterday.
There's so much power tucked into this relatable expression of struggle and those small victories that add up to ultimate triumph. I love the way you acknowledge this truth by spotlighting the way you get out of bed anyway and celebrate the tiny miracles that you do have in your life.
An inspiring example of growth, and as ewbonitz said, "acceptance".
Acceptance.
Acceptance.
"Paper is patient." - Anne Frank