I think we really do need it
All of it
All of the pain
All of the heartache
and all of the
tumultuous
garbage that comes with it.
And I won’t say it makes us stronger
I don’t know if it does.
I don’t really know
anything at all.
But I do think…
I do think it makes us…
more.
Not better…
Just, more.
More than what’d we be
content with the
rhythmic
idle
hum
of our day to day.
I think that it shapes us.
The tears carve our faces
and morph our souls
like rivers eroding
the banks of the earth.
And when I sit alone
Crying because I just don’t know
how to feel
about anything
or anyone
I let it all go.
In words
In sobs
In thoughts
And
For better or for worse
It makes me
Whole.