I thought healing would feel like sunlight….. but it’s cold, lonesome, and empty. You can feel warmth. You know it is near, but you had to break from the past and now….. Now you have to rebuild. The foundations have to start somewhere, and the firmest foundation is built in the ground.
No one is there. You have to place the bricks. Time gives you the mortar to make the healing stay. You learn how to love again. Learning to place each brick more carefully than you ever thought you would.
Each brick lifts you up a little further. Building steps as you rise.
Soon, you know you have to be above the ground, but the walls are around you. Keeping you safe…. but keeping you cold and lonely as well. So, you keep building. Hoping that there will be light, that there will be more heat. Hoping for the sun again.
Until the day comes that someone takes your brick. You keep putting more up, but they are quicker than you and soon…… soon the walls are lowered and you find yourself on top of a skyscraper of support you built yourself, holding the hand of the one who showed you the light. Then…. and only then….. healing will feel like flying.
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