overcomer
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In the past I felt like I had nothing left to fight for. It wasn’t enough. I held on to the numbing‘s and told myself you can stop when you find that one thing that will call you back to reality like before.
This is the end,
our forever love.
I was so wrong.
You were silent,
I was hopeful.
You left me,
In my movie the world seems perfect
No violence, no sadness, no discrepancies to detect
But then as time fades and life grows
The protagonist cowers as the antagonist shows
We are definitely not perfect
And we've never claimed to be.
We strive to be brave,
And allow others to be free
But freedom comes with limits
And its hard to master bravery.
I am a child
Who needs toys, to know she’s loved, coloring books
Who loves her mom and dad, school, baby dolls
Who sees stickers, scraped knees, birthday parties
Who fears spiders, heights, time out
The world screams that I am not good enough
That my body, my voice, my personality, my creativity,
Are unacceptably flawed
That I do not deserve to be here
And yet
I am here
I used to be a crazy little girl, my heart was a colorful swirl. As I got older and problems started, my mom's hair soon departed. She is a surviver of breast cancer twice, but she's very afraid of mice.
