Letters to my bones

To my collarbones - I am sorry for pulling at you too strongly, for my fingers digging trenches in the crevices behind you. I thought at one point in time if I could dig holes and hide stars inside myself, people would only see a constellation of something beautiful and not the galaxy of scars across my skin. You were the emergency handle I held in the dark on an inhale, the one I could never pull free and escape. I want to thank you for teaching me how to heal, how to be strong when all you want to do is shatter into a million pieces.