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Poetry

You Are Your Growth.

Growth comes from the deepest of places.

From the hot tears that you cry, alone and afraid.

From the dangerous, unhealthy, self-sabotaging urges.

From the empty pit in the bottom of your stomach.

From isolation and loneliness.

From the gut-wrenching pain that you cannot heal.

 

Growth uses your pain.

It takes it, twists it, stretches it — into an unrecognizable shape.

It slides in, right into the cracks of the person that you thought you were.

It molds itself, ground up, into something so bright and beautiful that it’s blinding.

So blinding that the pain doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

 

You are your pain.

You are your growth.

And you are beautiful, too.

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by SidneyRancour

Student. Writer. Lover of Chips and Queso.

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