Knowing that the scorpion’s injured doesn’t make its sting hurt any less.
Knowing that the scorpion’s injured doesn’t make its sting hurt any less.
Originally published December 20, 2012, days after my life changed forever.
This story begins with me holding a grown-up’s hand.
Words only have power if you let them. When they were pointed at me, I let them.
Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
It can be anything that breaks our spirit, rocks our worlds, or rattles our foundations.
We never smelled the roses because we were thinking of all the seeds left to plant.
The saving grace, I told myself, was that she hadn’t seen me.
Whether songs, ideas, or love, those things we keep bottled up for fear of rejection are bottled up for a reason.
You found something special in your soul that they might still be searching for in themselves.
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