It doesn’t have to end with fire erupting within your chest. It doesn’t have to end with the anxiety of never being able to restore what was destroyed.
You may be gasping for air as you try to focus on every breath. You may be trembling as you bleed out the poison from the very cup that you once considered to be overflowing, the same cup you toasted to with a grand “cheer”, thinking: “many years to come”.
Surviving may seem impossible as you are left desperate for one small opening to escape the fortress you built to keep it safe, the one they set fire to and ensnared you within.
It doesn’t have to end with rapid fire thoughts conspiring how you can make it out alive because you can. The demolition of an unfit structure must occur for something new to be built. It doesn’t have to be your undoing, it can become your foundation.
You can receive better than what you got
You can be better than who you were