This. Here.
“This is the part where you find out who you are.” This. Here Where everything hurts. Where nothing makes sense. This. Here Where there is nothing left of your heart. But others say there must be some if not so much more left This. Here Where you are But the one who birthed you, taught you love Is not This. Here Where you made your choice Where your choice made you This. Here Where you are alone Where you are loved This. Here Where there is no taking back Where there is only grace and mercy This. Here Where you can finally utter, I’m sorry Please forgive me Over and over and over This. Here Where everything hurts Where everything finally becomes clear This is the part where you find out who you are.