Breaking the cycle
isn’t pretty
It doesn’t look like
Sunday morning
curled up on the couch
matching pajamas
and unbridled laughter
It’s crying in the bathroom
after the breaking point
When your plate is full
and you’re starving
It isn’t a single
beautiful
tear
running down your
cheek
It’s smiling
when you’re exhausted
and still saying
Yes, let’s do it
It’s showing up
every day
Disheveled
unkempt
wrinkled and
beaten down
But willing to
take on every
moment
Knowing
you’re changing the
future