The decade old scars on my wrist
glow in the summer sunlight,
and I can’t help but think of that night.
I was so young, so heartbroken;
so sure life was no longer worth living,
and I should just give up the fight.
Over ten years later and I wish
I could go back and tell teenage me,
“I know it seems like it, but this isn’t right.”
I wish I could also tell her that this night
isn’t the defining moment in our life.
There is so much good to come.
Fire & Female 