RUBBLE + REBUILD

Because I know that some people's proudest moment is getting out of bed
Flipping on the light switch of their smile 
And stepping out the door into a world they're afraid to touch
I know some days carrying your own body is heavy
When all you want is to be light
But the truth is, you are made up of story
You are made up of something much more important than your heavy
And if I were asked to draw a picture of a perfect person
There would be a crumpled up piece of paper sitting in front of me
Because the beauty is found in the rubble 
And the healing is found in the rebuild
So here I am, hoping, piece by piece, you will understand
That the hurt is becoming something bigger
Hoping, you will understand, when the construction is finished
You won't recognize the held breath
You will only know the release