This change in life, the closing and the opening of doors,
is like a storm, with a tidal surge the threatens to overtake you, and pound you into the shore.
The lesson is to ride it, to not let it drown you, to hold on to the driftwood passing by, those pieces of advice, those people that lift you up through the waves and not drag you down to it's depth.
The pain of loss, the pain of not being recognized, the fear of the unknown, all these things that threaten your strong ground, all those sharp stones that cut your feet and spill yourself onto the ground, reshapes you.
It cuts you into a million little bits of stone, sand, but with time, can be molded, and reshaped, and hardened,
into a pebble, a stone, a rock, a boulder that is strong enough to withstand the storm.
Reshaping, the pounding of emotion and loss and learning, the relinquishing of hope and holding on to something other than that intangible piece, could just be holding onto yourself, and who you are despite the waves that chip away little pieces. After the weathering ultimately it is you that still stands there, but if open, and willing to be shaped, a stronger version of you, a rock that cannot be pulverized again.
6 years ago