I have written my heart since I was old enough to do it. A couple of years ago, I lost my writings. I'm starting over...with just real life. I'm keeping it real- because that's what I know to do.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
i don't know anything but what i feel...
i am angry, frustrated, disappointed, hurt, and regretful. i am strong, beautiful, independent, and brave. i am sensitive, loving, open, and vulnerable. i am fearful, protected, guarded by walls. i have so much to give and am still willing to give it. i have made it through so many hard times and i still remain hopeful and gracious. i can carry my pain and you will never know it exists or i can cry for days with enough tears to last through the sadness. i am a woman. i am strength and beauty. i am a friend, a sister, a daughter, a lover, a fighter, a tower of safety to those who need it. i know all of these things, but when my heart is broken, i only know what i feel.
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