Brave…

Hope grew from the wreckage. The sun touching it, soaking up all the poison. Life wasn’t going to be easy. But I grew stronger and learnt how to breath much deeper.

And still I stumble. But I always find my way, picking up all the broken pieces and only looking back to see how far I’ve come.

I’ve learnt so much about being grateful. Taking in every moment and treating it like a conversation I’m having with the universe.

Always remembering that life doesn’t necessarily give you what you want. That even the pain endured, is a blessing.

Knowing that any darkness will pass. That the light isn’t far away. I always hold on to this. This is how I have learnt how to survive. And realising that I am strong and brave enough to tether any storm.

Xo