You could have bailed a hundred times.
You could have bailed a hundred times,
But you stayed.
You took a broken heart and have been methodically piecing it back together.
You were imperfect,
And that was glorious.
Because you didn't let it stop you from learning or trying again.
Instead,
You asked for more even when you wanted to give up.
Had yourself so tired that your bones felt like weights in your body,
But somehow you knew that the boundaries of your mind needed to be burnt out of you.
So you gathered every insecurity and doubt you've ever had about yourself and turned them into fuel for ambition and determination.
And then sometimes not.
Sometimes you forgot how to do any of it,
Lost the plot,
Lost your shit,
Cried for hours,
And almost gave up on all of it again.
But you didn't.
Instead,
You kept holding onto you,
Onto love,
Onto hope,
Until breathing felt easy again.
And then you stopped trying to prove something to everybody else and started proving it to yourself,
Claiming your purpose and reveling in it,
Offering yourself patience with your process,
Making a home out of your body and filling your life with meaningful relationships.
You became less concerned with doing it right or waiting for fear to change its mind.
You found strength without jading your spirit.
You let your own healing be a sign.
You could have bailed a hundred times.
You could have.
But you stayed.