destruction is an act of creation. this is something
i never believed, really, until it settled into my chest
and i realized i was made new every time i fell apart.
i loved, and broke up, broke down, and loved again
and will continue, on and on and on, because i can
hearts are made to be broken, and made to mend
and tears become diamonds on cheeks of satin.

there is no such thing as infinity.
there is now. and now. and now.
you can spend your life staring across the sea
wishing for his return, or you can pack up
and head home. i keep the seashells from those times
but let the sand fall through the cracks.

i never realized i could be this blessed. and i fought for it.
tooth and nail, i scratched my way out of the pits
and forged a future with blood and grit. i destroyed self
only to create self worth. and i am fiercely proud.
i mark my territory with my joy, the joy of this moment.

i make a point by breathing.

by laughing. by living.

and i am reborn fresh each dawn, again, again, again.