Sorry for the many posts but I wanted to share the below. Whilst reading the book of poetry (in the coffee shop) I started to quietly cry to myself. I wasn't sad. The words just resonated with me. Must have looked like a crazy person, but honestly, some of it really hit home.
I wanted to share the below for all of us who were so broken that we didn't think we could make it, then found that we had the strength to do so.
Ghost Story Nikita Gill
Ask me my favourite ghost story and I will tell you the one about your haunted house heart still housing all the people you used to be.
The child inside you you thought life had taken the person who was full of joy that tragedy had broken.
You imagined they had left you that those parts of you that made you incandescent and valuable are gone.
What no one ever told you was that nothing ever really dies not if it matters to you your memories keep it alive.
It is the law of the universe that even ghosts understand as long as they matter to someone they still exists and in your heart they stand.
Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are they live on inside of you applauding you for living on despite your scars.
