Ripping Apart My Insides 

I am constantly putting myself back together, but I have to if I am going to pick apart the pieces of myself. A little tweaking here and a little tweaking there. As I search deeper into different aspects of myself I learn something new everyday. I’ll move forward through this journey the only way I know how. It might not be easy, or pretty, or quiet, but a birth never is. It’s messy and I’ll come out fighting. When there’s chaos to clean up I will stay a while in the aftermath, to let each moment of transformation sink in. I’ll rub my face in it and let it leave marks on my skin. That way I’ll have something to look back on. To see how far I’ve come, and root the belief that we never stop growing. We just gotta pull stuff out to make room for the new.

(1/12/16)