Sweet Dandelion

by Micalea Smeltzer

but I find myself retreating more and more into my head. It feels safer here, but it’s not. It’s not safe anywhere. My brain is full of terrible memories, while the world is full of terrible people who do horrible things, every single day.

but sometimes I feel like a bird with a broken wing, destined to never fly and it hurts all over again.

“Sometimes we have to hurt to be reminded that the best things in life bring us joy and pain.”