You have all the raw materials.
Set yourself on fire
Breathe out like a dragon--
Begin again, again, again.
Recycle that pain, it's energy.
Make it into
Art. Life. Love. Smoldering hot truth.
This is your purpose.
Don't turn away---it's burned into your soul, inked a tattoo.
You can't turn away.
So turn inside instead.
Everything that hurts
Everything that makes you cry & doubt & scream
Is just a spark
For you to make
Something new, raw, beautiful.
So do it---
Pour all of yourself into this moment.
Go all the way in---
Make messy, vibrant art from the depths of your pain.
Drip your deepest suffering into a canvas, a poem, a dance.
Catch your raining tears and draw with them, a fantastical cerulean sea.
Let your fears become a tantalizing tornado of words; a story.
Don't hold back.
It's what you were always meant to do.
Don't let this gorgeous energy go to waste.
Feel the hurt, the joy, the agony
Maybe it's all ecstasy
Breathe out and create, create, create!
You are an alchemist.
Ignite every shimmering ember in your soul
Invite your Self
To roar beautifully
And to be heard.
Because maybe the pain you feel
Is just the long-forgotten key
To creating your masterpiece.
Go all the way in.
Leave nothing out.
This is freedom.
Don't hold back at all.