Gratitudes ♡ Post-traumatic Growth

I'm grateful for post-traumatic growth a tree grows around its wounds shattered teacups mended in fullness of zen attended bound back together with gold, it comes gilded angels released from rock only with Hephaestic hammering violent chiselling pearls born of sandy inside attacks oppressive pile on graphite's soft sable, dark soot deftly delivers durable clarity, crystalline diamonds the adept first putrifies life crushes caterpillar purees pupae for butter to fly antigens dance with antibodies to nick the antifragile is a gift of strength to the facile I can only fly in ecstatic high as far as I can dive deep into the lows, down the doldrums seeped into scars trenches of inner wars where my most potent love comes most generous will, power, morale ready in waiting for tears to come anger to boil a release towards a symbiosis with lives past.