Friday, October 7, 2011

In all the ache,
all the blinding, tearing, wrenching ache,
it feels like with every new step of life, 
something else is taken away,
a new hole is appearing, 
and they just keep coming,
and it's just an endless, vicious game of ripping us apart,
of tearing us to pieces.

Strange how all this ripping away from us
is what forms us.
All the tearing and pulling away from what we are now
is making us who we are meant to be.

And somehow that makes the pulling away not ache quite so much.

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