Broken so that I can be filled?

Don’t give me that.

It can’t be true!

I don’t want to believe that pain will make me better.

I don’t want to accept that.

How can growth begin with pain?

Aren’t they opposed to each other?

Yet I know that there’s truth in those words.

So I accept them, slowly.

Eventually.

And I change.

Thanks to some words on a page.