happy ends

But healing feels a lot like trying to move forward and cutting my feet on the shards of my own broken heart. I’m trying to convince myself that it’s ok if my heart needs more time to accept what my head already knows.

And maybe they call this starting a new chapter, but I can never seem to finish the last one in time. Sunrises speak of happy beginnings and sunsets of happy ends, but I am learning to love the  night and it’s uncertainty. 

I’m learning that pain brings joy, and that there are no bad days, only moments of breaking and remaking into all we’re supposed to be.  But healing feels a lot like trying to move forward and cutting my feet on the shards of my own broken heart.

Until one day, each piece fits again, and on that day, I will be the sun.

written by @driftershoots

photo by @driftershoots