The Breaking of Being Alone
- bethdurling
- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
she thought being alone
would break her.
and it did.
it broke the pretending.
it broke the noise.
it broke the part of her
that kept handing herself away
but in the quiet,
she heard her own voice.
in the stillness,
she met her maker.
loneliness stripped her down
to nothing
so she could rise
from everything.
this was never the end—
it was the burn before the bloom.
the fire before the wings.
being alone
didn’t ruin her.
it saved her.
because what broke her
also built her—
and the phoenix
was always waiting
in the ashes.
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