Was it pride?
Was it fear?
Don’t we all wear our wounds under thin skin…
I won’t say I’m perfect…
I won’t sit here and argue my case…
Was I prideful then?
Yes.
Was I blind too?
More than I knew…
My heart is triggered by the slightest word…
Still at times my mind struggles against caged birds….
And it’s easy to hurt me…
Even easier to make me afraid…
I was a different person then..
I only saw my own pain….
But everything….
Everything changed…
Kindness is my strength…
Love is my life…
It hurts when you tear me down….
My entire world shattered to the ground…
Sat alone for a long time….
Acceptance and peace eventually found….
