For the taking.

We have scars to show how far we’ve come but never the pain. Never the war we endured and survived.

It is the underbelly.

But you learn to love again, whatever the word means. You feel yourself breaking inside out and outside in. Which means pushing yourself through the uncomfortable because of the past to birth joys. Small or big. Or both.

It means taking yourself to a safer place and allowing hope. My hope, in other words is to be able to let go, to depend and fully lean on,without a doubt.

These are the roots that hold our soil.

These are the roots we speak of.

What is ours is a hope that births itself over and over again.

To be able to throw our hands up in the end and say, aye, the pain was worth it. It only burned to fill us with light.