Let Me Go Through It

Let Me Go Through It By Miss F Life holds very few things which are genuinely worth having and if you possess them then… nothing else matters. And yet here I am, afraid. Afraid to fall, afraid to rise, afraid of the stages of life that demand I gather myself from the mud, that demand I bleed, that demand I learn the edges of my own hands. Sometimes I don’t want the long road. Sometimes I don’t want the discipline. Sometimes I don’t want to face the dust and sit with the ache, and sift through what will break me and what will shape me. But let me go through it. Let me climb, let me fall when the ladder cuts in between. Let me wipe my dust and rise, still breathing. Let me sit with the silence. Let me cry out loud. Let me taste the storm and learn its measure. Let me drown, let me gather the fragments of myself, let me rise from the fire stronger, sharper, unbroken. Let me go through it and let the dust of my falling be the soil I rise from. ©️ Miss F ke