That look in your eyes like you have been waiting for me your whole life. I’ve had this line running through my head for a while now, so I thought I’d post it here for safe keeping until I write the rest. 🙂
You built your heart of stone. You came out of this just slightly charred. I had a paper heart. You built your heart up out of stone. So hard that you never got burned.
You said I was something special. How come no one else believes? I feel like sunken treasure. Buried for all time.
This world i’ve created. Built up walls in hopes you’d help knock them down. Locked up for so long. Until I met you and I was full of hope. But I lost my glass slipper. I ran as I heard the sound of breaking glass.
Ashamed. Alone. Afraid. Am I really this person? Can I fight these demons on my own? Or will they eat me alive from the inside out? Tell me You aren’t looking down on me with utter disgust. Let me know that You love this ugly person I am. Could anyone else love such a torn […]
Looking in the mirror. Completely real. Completely me. I know what I feel. I love what I see. Just look at me my dear! Once I felt as an ugly duckling. Now a beautiful swan. Looking back chuckling. It’s a new dawn.
You inspire so much. Words written on my heart. Brought to life on paper. You awaken my soul. Bright shining like a star. Exciting explosion. Bursting like fireworks in the night sky. Change. Hope. Life.
Originally posted on reliablyuncomfortable:
I don’t go to church, but I do eat alone in restaurants. There is a similarity in the experiences – the quiet lighting, the solemn way the maitre d’ ushers me to my seat, the hushed whisper of his crepe-soled shoes, the smoothing of my skirt before I sit, the brief…
Originally posted on Reclaim the Warrior:
I want my future grandchildren, and those that come after, to say that I was fierce with heart. I want them to know that every action that I took was mindful of their future existence, that I was not merely a woman of resistance, but a woman of vision.…