the end

When something so precious to you comes to an end...

Its hard to mask your feelings...

feelings of loss
feelings of relief... its finally over
feelings of brokeness
feeling of freedom... i'm no longer fooling myself
feeling of ripping
feeling of wholeness... its ok to be me now

Within the destruction, I see a glimpse of something beautiful

When something precious comes to an end... it is sometimes the seed of a new beginning