you have to forage for what you want to become.
that shit is buried for a reason.
it takes digging and isn’t for the faint.
i’ve wanted to give up.
thorns split my fingers, rocks bruised my elbows.
i’ve wanted to give up so many times.
but i didn’t fight this hard to fail. i didn’t take these risks thoughtlessly.
i will be a full-time creative one day.
i will be a brave wife one day.
i will be a kind mother one day.
i will be a lot of things and i know this because i am becoming them.
thorns cannot conquer my will, rocks cannot crush my spirit.
i will not give up.