It will come down to what you think is enough.
And on some evenings, the ache from phantom heart wounds is what will burn you even when your limbs are protesting over exertion.
It’s all you and the moondust seems a little dull today.
Being aware of why doesn’t always lessen the sting of how.
You were always wildfire.Even when you didn’t know it.
Even when you thought the burn was a monster eating you from the inside.
But really, it was just the light of creation barely begun.
And those who were blinded by that light, they said ‘It burns.’
They ran because they feared it would consume them.
They took their little light jars with them and they said ,’ You are too difficult to love.’
And you. Still unaware, still dark, still burning.
I saw you weep for them.
Tears of pain, blood and hate. Of loathing and self pity.
And when you finally stopped, it cracked the urn of light they had run from.
For you, you were too tired to stop it. To cage it and call that protection.
And those cracks turned into fuming fissures, from within sprung forth your monstrous wildfire.
Sealed away no more, it showed that you everything you wished to believe was true.
It did hurt because you were growing.
It really was starlight slowly coursing through to your veins.
That when you defiantly said,
‘Watch me become light itself, I dare you.’
To the backs of those walking away;
When you whispered it to their little dying fireflies,
Praying to every entity you never believed in, that it was true…
It was the beginning of you.
As you always wanted to see yourself.
Neither was before less, nor is now more.
It is just you. As you want to be.
You can accept this light within you now. Feel it seep into fingers that you had not thought to warm again.
Gasp as the fire fills your throat, vocal chords burning with cries you never uttered.
All myth of purification made flesh and blood and burning,burning,burning.
All fierce now, look at you; radiating with every conceivable cosmic power.
I watched you become light itself.
That struggle of becoming?
That is how Supernovas are made.
And I know nothing with any certainty.
For myself, being a supernova is enough.
Mental health is just as important as physical health. A lot of us struggle with problems today that we do not feel comfortable discussing because of the stigma surrounding issues like depression or panic/anxiety issues.
Very often you’re told to simply deal with it, as if it was merely some box with inaccurate labeling that you accidentally opened and couldn’t return.
These words are for everyone. No matter how big or small your problem is. There is a whole world of people who will stay and be there in your life when you need them. I promise you this.
By the time you can accept them, you will have already realised that they are not here to complete you but to complement you.
You are enough. Always.