to thine own self be true

It's been a long time on your way here, even after those nights when you didn't want to be. But here you are; hidden scars beneath the skin and bones of your body. You've taken care to kiss and bandage them with every leap-of-faith-turned-lesson which tastes sour on your tongue. I know you're tired, and those breakouts look like they'll be nasty in the morning, but darling girl, breathe out your pain, inhale this God-given air and turn it into flowers blooming in vines around your rib cage. This heart of yours is not meant for flimsy hands, or insincere promises. Your heart is a lioness standing in pride; your heart is a battle drum, a symphony of colors, painting your dreams before they appear to you as an angel in your slumber. Awaken, and know that your heart is a teacher, and you, her student. She may create your feelings, but you wear the pants in this partnership. She may conjure your dreams with the help of your brain, but sweet girl, you pave the streets, build the monuments, write the stories, sing the songs, create the moments, of your reality.

- to thine own self be true