My body was like the ocean. Vast. Deep. Heavy.
My body was like a cloud. Soft. Supple. Sweeping.
The world told me to drain the ocean.
The world told me to let the sun burn the cloud away.
I told myself that was right. It was. In part. Now, my body is like a redwood. Strong. Stoic. Standing.
The waves of the ocean still crash in the marrow of my bones.
The cloud still floats in my belly, bouncing along to the beat of my heart.
My body has never changed, yet my body is not the same.
My soul has climbed out of the hole it had dug itself into. How desperately it tried to hide the evidence behind a caustic exterior of outward blaming. Finger pointing. Excuses. Lamentations.
My soul needed to break to be transformed. Kintsugi. Now there is gold in my veins. Now there is a forest in my soul.
About the Creator
Lauren M
An opera singer with a writing problem.
Loneliness? No, I just embracing solitude
As someone who leads a busy life with a demanding work schedule and social commitments, I often forget to take time for myself. It wasn’t until recently that I realized the importance of being alone and how it can benefit both my physical and mental health.
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