finding grace among the rubble

i am not a tragedy

I AM NOT A TRAGEDY. I REPEAT, I AM NOT A TRAGEDY.

i am not a girl too big for my britches nor a body waiting for heartbreak. my dreams are not made to shatter and my nightmares are not made to come to life.

i am strong enough to do all that i wish, even if it is to make kingdoms crumble and symphonies blossom. stars sing when i rise and do not hold their breath to wait for my fall

i am not your heartstrung girl on a pedestal waiting for a man on his high horse to whisk me away and pluck away my joy and devour it. i am not your did and you are not aeneas because we both know they were made up to fulfill someone’s idea of splitting sorrow and that’s not what has been written for me.

i am not made to be broken. i am not made to be broken. not by you, not by anyone, not even myself because i was made a whole woman and that i will remain.

I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO TURN ME INTO A SACRIFICE FOR YOUR OWN SALVATION. 

 

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