To die To live

a part of living is dying.  not the kind of physical death, but a death too difficult to explain.  a death to oneself, a death to yourself that brings about such pain and heartbreak that you might as well have died or wished you did.  it’s the kind that takes your soul and rips it wide open, leaving you exposed.  vulnerable to more pain.  but they say a seed must die before it can be made into something fruitful, beautiful even.  sometimes life gives us these seeds and when we decide to sow it, a purposeful killing, it dies a painful death.  then, if it sows deep enough, it raises to a miracle of life.  a lovely revelation of a spirit blossoms, something no one really sees, but is there nonetheless.  only the one who has died knows they live, not as they once were of course, but someone better than who they were before...a miracle of life