One day you will heal. One day your smile will no longer be a facade. Everything will fall into place and you will have a newfound respect for all that you’ve been through. But unfortunately, you cannot bury it.
Someone new will appear in your life. And they will be worthy. And they will ask about your scars.
And you will have to tell them how you felt they were necessary to feel a sense of control where you had none.
Someone new will care. And they will mean it.
And they will ask you about how you dealt with the heartbreak.
You’ll have to tell them how sometimes you drank too much just to drown out the thoughts running through your head. Just because you wanted to sleep.
Someone new with a kind voice will ask you why you cower and get quiet any time someone expresses anger around you.
And you’ll have to tell them how you learned to make yourself small to survive.
No. You cannot bury it. But you can show them all the ways you stood on top of your ugly, gruesome past. Watched all your beautiful plans shatter in front of you. And decided to build something new with the pieces you had left. You never gave up. You just took all the pain and learned how to blossom from it.
That person. Is who they get to hold.
So let them ask. Answer. Let them know you. -One day you will have to open up