You bury yourself in layers as you grow,
And when others picked you apart
You buried yourself deeper and deeper.
Until the you they see is not bedrock,
Just another shelf of slim self worth,
Supported by stress cracks and boiling feelings
That threaten to burn you alive when you’re alone.
Remember even faults must shake, volcanos
Recover after being unmade by violent upheaval
And stand taller, recover themselves to calm.
Let yourself go. Unmake and break, bend, release,
Remember what makes you, we’re all made of fire
And beneath the thin shell of fear glow bright,
Brilliant like the cores of dead stars.
Remember to burn passion, own what makes you.