Dancing away the fear and crystallizing tears.

Why does healing hurt just as badly as the pain that caused it?

We’re breaking just to find the means to heal, and my dear that takes courage…

…wit, grit, and dancing in the rain to wash away that dreadful distain.

We will not continue to harden.

We will rise to the occasion of our hope.

Rid ourselves of drowning in open waters.

And swim to the shore, look back and dry the tears that cover us in fear.

Because in this story the only salt I’m keeping, is in my beach waved hair.