Never Fear Your Story ~ Mental Health Writer, Advocate, Speaker
You want a friend to believe in you? I am here. You want to take a moment to see another story than your's, I'm here. We can qualify the narrative that power, greed, and brutality exists among those in positions of trust.
Our hearts cry, and our blood looks the same. For dead men are speaking, to the world from the grave.
Where something beautiful should be, lies a vacant space only filled with the waste of pain. Years of abuse scavenged every last bit of light—a broken mind from a broken heart.
Chasing disappointments that have plagued me for years now, I am somber. There is a sense of grief for a person I desired to be. My sheltered dreams seem unattainable. Life is more about everyone else than me.
Within addiction, I grasp the realness of a complex problem. Outside of addiction, in the every day hurt of drinking enough to hurt those around you, I am lost.
..Beating her in and out.
And there flying free,
Her dreams escape her now.
As morning sun arises,
And newness hollers, "Free!"
Lies the skeleton of survival,
No longer needed or in need.
The character of unconditional love is a gift. It blinds us to the truth. Yet, it simultaneously exposes us to the truth.
In dreams they stay.
There is no perfect mom out there. You will never convince me there is. There is only love.
"I'm doing all I can to get through my own struggle."
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