Some Day Soon

Someday… soon… I hope…
It will all make sense.
The tears. The pain.
The long, dark nights.
The early hours where my heart ached louder than the silence
All of it will have been worth it.

I will stand.
And I won’t be alone.
I’ll be standing with silver in my hair,
And wisdom in my bones.
This time, I won’t be starting from scratch
I’ll be starting from experience.

I’ll be living life on my terms,
Not through someone else’s storms.
No one left to fix but me.
No one to prove myself to but the woman in the mirror.
The only love I need is the one I already have
From my family, and from myself.

I’m not against love.
I’m just against shrinking for it.
And the kind I want, the kind I deserve
Isn’t found in half-hearted hearts or borrowed promises.
It’s rare. But I know it exists.
Because I exist.

I am not just worthy of love
I am worthy of a life without pain.
But I also know
Without the pain, I wouldn’t be who I am today.

So when the storm subsides
And all that’s left is dust and memory
I’ll remember how I calmed myself.
How I carried myself.
How I loved myself back to life.

Never forget your worth.
To some, you’ll be nothing.
To others
You’ll be everything.

— MissT