Young at heart

The past couple of months have been tough on me. There have been times where I've felt tapped out, worn out, stretched farther than I had ever been stretched before. Usually, if you've been worn out, you feel old, used, in great need of rest. Yes, I've felt the need for rest, and I have taken the opportunity. But I feel younger having gone through what I have experienced over the past few weeks. It's odd, yes, but through tears and sleepless nights, I have felt energized by this. I've gotten strength from having something terrible happen to me. The strength also comes from knowing, innately, naturally, what's inside this bag of bones. I understand, innately, what I have to offer, freely, openly.