What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldnโt see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, donโt try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better
Andrea GibsonIโd cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. Iโd write love poems to the parts of yourself you canโt stand. Iโd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you Iโm not afraid of your dark.
Andrea Gibson