Growth

To grow is a beautiful thing

To release old sorrows and emerge anew

Like a butterfly shedding its cocoon

A rosebud blossoming into full bloom

To go through the process of processing love loss and life

Coming out grounded yet on a higher height

To grow is to let go

No longer being at the mercy of our memories

Realising that we are our own remedies

A concoction of time truth and tenderness will soon have you feeling whole again

Bold again

Growth may not be pleasant but it is necessary

Growth may not be fast but its not stationary

So celebrate how far you’ve come for growth is truly a beautiful thing