The love of pain

It's not just an emotion that demands to be felt, ‎nor a sensation that condemns you to a life in hell. ‎It's not an intruder, ‎it was there from the start. ‎It helped you grow ‎into who you are. ‎ ‎It only stays ‎because you refuse to let it go. ‎It's sharp, It's direct. ‎Maybe that's why ‎you feel it has you in a chokehold. ‎Feel it. ‎Embrace it. ‎Forgive the pain. ‎This is my book of sorrows. ‎My book of pain. ‎My journey to redemption, ‎from what I lost ‎to what I've gained. ‎My wings were broken, ‎plucked, and dried. ‎This accidental, purposeful trauma ‎will make you cry. ‎ ‎Thank God ‎that naivety was squeezed out of me. ‎I am now braver, yet kind. ‎Strong-willed, yet sweet.