I didn’t lose a foundation.
I lost a fantasy.
And fantasies dissolve.
They don’t destroy.
Finally Integrating the truth after months of running on emotional instinct.
All along, you were just a good mirror, latching on to an anchor, in a sinking ship.
You know now, no need to numb yourself
See, so seductive the tangible
The only way to grow beautiful
Marinate, and capitulate
Do not dissociate from traumatic experiences
In fact, reel them in closer
Get a strong dose
Be more self-aware
To the winds, throw your fears
Positive self-talk yourself to death
Bring the guillotine with the stealth
Unfold your offerings like a feminine Divine smorgasbord
Then share them like an overflowing cornucopia to the world
Why hoard all this valuable fruit?
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 