To venture forward on the voyage of love is courage. The moment you hoist the sails and embark on your journey, you have doomed what you were.
You have killed yourself.
The person you thought you were will cease to exist
The stone floor will scrape your knees
where you fall. And you will bleed.
The trust that you carry hidden deep within your heart will be placed into the hands of another
You will become better than you knew, as pieces of you die. Parts of your armor will clang and clatter to the ground leaving you naked and exposed
Passion heat can ignite a burning inferno, but nothing blisters and scars like silence.
Yet beyond the winter of extremes
Having torn the skin from the knuckles as you climb over insecurities
you will stand...
something new
something stronger
and maybe something smarter
Or more compassionate than you ever were before.
OR,
you will have turned back at the first sign of trouble.
and the person you once were will still be dead, leaving you embittered, fragmented, despondent, and broken.
So be courageous
See what is before you, not as the end of your self that you know,
but the opportunity for new life to burst forth from what you are. Let love build you anew
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