Things will fall apart
And then they will fall back together.
Then they will rip at the seams,
And you will have to mend them.
You are a rock on the ocean shore.
What feels like wear and tear is no more than a long, drawn out polish
Of all your rough edges
But when you pull through,
And you WILL pull through,
Oh, what a story you’ll tell.
Original Poem by LC Venegas, XOXO