my darling
it will hurt
growing
you will feel it
the ache
being stretched and softened
the pain
of being disassembled
and rebuilt from the ashes
my love
there is hurt here
that you have to feel
it is simply part of being real
you will feel yourself drowning
and rebounding
introducing yourself
to the art of frowning
you’ll feel the grief surrounding
i cannot pretend
that growth is easy
i never found it easy
and i swear, sometimes
i don’t know how it didn’t kill me
but i grew
and now im here
panting
ranting
writing
hopelessly reaching for the calm
and my love
growing doesn’t stop
there is no finish line
no estimated arrival time
i think it nested in my spine
and made a home
amongst bones
lives the fear
but i have grown
i have a voice to call my own
i dont really feel alone
my love
growing hurts
but if you look close enough
you’ll see the petals
blossoming on your spine
if you breath deep enough
just for a moment
you may silence the fear
i promise
it is possible, my dear
you will hurt
only to find relief
again and again
until your time here ends
and if you
hold my hands
long enough
you may feel the fear
pulsing through palms
it is not just you
my darling
it happens to us all
and yes
you’ve always been
doomed to fall
but just you wait
how you will grow.
17:17pm - 28/02/25.