I used to read poetry and wonder how people managed to write things so heartbreakingly beautiful. One day I experienced true heartbreak for myself and the words poured out of me like a river. I didn’t see the beauty in those words until the pain healed. Oftentimes I go back to my rivers to visit the beauty that once flooded my heart; it still amazes me that our emotions can be the driving force behind such creation, and it amazes me even further that people willingly close the door to these emotions simply because to feel true joy, you must also know pain.
I will continue to go back to these rivers. My strength is in my willingness to go there in hopes of finding beauty knowing there could be disaster.
