If I trust you with the map to let you see the path I took to get here, will you jab it and make remarks of "wrong turn there" or "how did you not see that big flashing warning sign".
I too well know these facts.
I too well know the crime of hope.
Hope for change in another. Hope for the miracle of putting aside of clung to ideals and the attempting of a real and honest relationship of any kind. Hope that you are valued in an others eyes even when they don't show it. The hope in yourself to pull out of the downwards spiral that you have found yourself in and have tried so many things to swim out of. The hope of a life of value and being valued.
If I tell you of the experiences that have shaped me, will you point out the scars or remark on the strength?
The friends who have used me. The family who have abandoned me. The enemies who hate me and cannot explain why, "just because". The will of choosing for myself that was never learned and the ability to shape shift to please others that was. The longing for a true lifelong friend. For a dearest dear to rest my shoulder on when I am tired, cry on when sad and hold tight to in moments of joy.
How does one begin to live authentically when one has no idea of the riches that lie inside and how to mine them?
A place where I allow my soul to show. Please remember all the writing/thoughts are mine alone and cannot be reproduced without my permission.
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