For a few years it’s like my soul was getting smaller and smaller, shrinking into nothingness.
My eyes got more tired, my shoulders turned inward, and my head bowed.
I built walls around my soul because of its smallness, its timidness.
But then as I started breathing again, the breathing expanded my soul and it felt like breaking. Every new, bigger breath was painful. The walls splintered sometimes. And sometimes, my soul just held so many growing pains.
With the giant gulps of air I’m now taking, the breaking feeling has almost become a sign that I’m on the right track.
I know that my eyes are lighter more frequently, my shoulders hold themselves up, and my head is raised, excited about the clouds.
Breaking frequently makes way for new life. Here’s to more of that.
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