The last few days have been rough; and I mean gut wretching, tear filled, guilt ridden, head pounding, emotional volcano explosion, rough. For many years in my past, I have been someone that I don't even recognize anymore. I was scared, hurt, lost, chained by a repeated merry-go-round of habits I couldn't excape, I didn't know how to escape. Inside was a little girl crying to be released from the cage she had been forced into. As I'm learning to reach up to get the keys of willingness from the Creator above, I can see the light finally reaching through the darkness to show me the way. However, the muck and weights that I have been carrying, and adding to for so many years is trying to keep me down. I know they will not forever be there, and most days I wish I could just float up from the cage and be set free immediately, that would not give me the muscles I need in future battles. Somes I feel like I just want to dig down deeper, hide, and pretend that little girl has never existed, and go back down the crappy road I was stuck on, that would not allow me any room to grow. I truly am grateful that through this journey I am not alone, that I have help along the way. As long as I continue reaching up and out, I will escape to the true reality of love, peace and joy. This gives me hope everytime I feel like giving up. I've come a long way, and I will continue to fight. I know many others out there are going through their own version of this battle. We are not alone, peace waits just beyond the darkness, we just have to keep reaching, because hands will always be there guiding us out.
The Seed of Hope Marie Slider 10 April 2019 A seed of hope was given, by one who came before; I put it in my chest, to see if it could bore. The roots began to dig so deep, they wrapped around my heart; Planting themself firmly, so they could never part. That hope grew strong as tree trunks, reaching to the sky, Forever part of me, I'll have it when I die. That seed of hope was planted, somewhere in my past, And forever I will show the world, the way this hope can last. Sometimes my hope it hibernates, and it seems pretty bare. However I still feel it then, and remember I must share. My seed it must be watered first, but what can feed that hope? I cannot rely fully, on just the need to cope. The want to share is great and all, for now work must be done. For if I don't protect the growth, it could be overrun. I must gain understanding, of how hope can be changed, To faith where there's no room for doubt, that things have been arranged. My heart it must b...
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