We’re not made to break, we’re bending kinds. We are the flexing in the winds, the lean so far you swear you’ll taste ground, the snap back to strength after they swore they heard us creaking. We are the roots in the soil, the grip of the earth and the defiance in our dancing. We are made of stronger stuff than they’ll ever know, we’re the storm clouds that build on the horizon and make their way across the valley, we’re the rainstorm that washes all things clean. We do not break, we bend.
Stronger than the pain
and able to defeat it.
This will not break me.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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I have been trying to choose one of youe haikus to tattoo on my other arm, to mirror the tattoo of the last three lines of the custom poem. But this one. These are the words. These are perfection.
I really really love this one, it’s so illustrative of the challenges and heartache we’ve been faced with throughout this year (and life period, let’s be honest) that have been completely out of our control. And a fantastically beautiful reminder to fight not flee when we do encounter a gust that bends us to the ground. To be resilient and flexible. Conversely, I have a thought... what of those lonely, jagged, and broken twigs and branches that have bent to their brink, weathered and worn, and accepted defeat? They lay tattered on the ground from being unable to bend just that little bit more... Something to ponder and use as a follow up challenge for journaling... :) xo