
it starts small.
harmless.
insignificant.
but it grows,
as all living things do
it begins to take hold of
you:
your value
your voice
your image
and it grows.
viciously.
like fire
burning everything in sight
it takes
takes
takes
rarely giving.
and you feel lost and alone
empty and eaten
robbed and burnt.
so don't give it a chance.
don't let it speak
don't let it grab hold
shake it off
fight like hell
run
run
run
you are not trapped beyond rescue.
you are not a helpless case,
nor damaged goods.
you are not to far lost
for
light
joy
hope
you aren't the only broken crayon.
the only _________
or the worst________
you
are loved,
precious and sacred.
Today, don't give it a chance to tell you otherwise.
love//elissa
Basically I feel like crying with every single one of these posts. Oh my. Elissa, how beautiful. <3
ReplyDeleteWow, Elissa, this piece really spoke to me. We all of different demons, but they all speak the same message of fear and doubt, and gahhhh, I don't know, I think I needed this today. God bless you!
ReplyDeleteElissa, your writing is amazing and you are even more amazing. <3
ReplyDeleteElissa, this is so beautiful. <3
ReplyDeletewow, really needed to hear this right now. <3 gorgeous picture too!
ReplyDeletejust wow <3
ReplyDeleteElissa, this is just lovely.
ReplyDeleteGrace of golden halcyon
WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWW.
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic. Love your writing style.
THANK YOU. Keep speaking this truth, keep burning like a candle set in the window, keep telling people this even when you think they're tired of hearing it... thank you for this. thank you.
ReplyDeletei felt this so deeply.
ReplyDelete<3 <3 <3
Broken crayons can still color. Thank you for your beautiful words <3
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