Beautiful feels, friend.

Such a beautiful poem…love the metaphors used in this lovely piece. Thanks for sharing ❤️

At times freedom is bonding. destroyed to be rebuilt. There is no phoenix rising, this is wiping the counter only to smear peanut butter on it, tight

Destroy is such a strong word! Maybe they can dismantle you, instead? 😉
Like we are jenga blocks, waiting to be a stacked fortress soon again.
Good vibes from this write, Fia. Stay whole!

Destruction can also mean new birth for the mind, body and soul.