running into walls

i ran away to california
and no, it did not heal me
i found instead,
mid-run
that i hit the very same walls
i pretended for so long
weren't there.

now that i'm home
i see the girl i left behind
had just been waiting all along.

we don't run from the things that hurt us
we run right into them

damaged goods

lead me to daily surrender my pain
until i am no longer damaged goods,
no longer fragile.
lead me to healing
like you lead the night into morning.

intricate things

you write my pain into beauty
you weave through the story,
all these intricate details along the way;
like sitting in malibu, finally coming to terms with brokenness,
like drinking blue bottle coffee while touring pepperdine
like yelling with childlike joy as i soar on the rollercoasters at six flags.
you weave it all in
until it becomes something beautiful.
the story isn't over
and the pain that i've been feeling
cannot compare to the joy thats coming.

freedom isn't really free

all this hurt you're trying to ignore
is attached to the freedom you really want

poets of pain

we place far too much

weight on being

poets of our pain

maybe i want to 

write about the good

days too