You’ll see that your sea glass heart is perfect the way it is, that nothing else would ever fit the shape you’ve left for it in your hollowed-out center.
You’ll find that your heart has grown in size, and has stretch marks from when you crawled inside it, safe in its enveloping shelter as you prepared to give birth to your newest self.
My pain cleansed out the wounds in the landscape of my being, and healing full of grace and honey began its slow slide into the cracks. And oh, this sacred concoction, it burns.