My words engulf me in an endless feeling of surrender and release
As I weave my words into life, the veil is lifted and the light begins to shine
So proud am I to know that these words will forever be mine

My words are my shield, ready for the eyes of the world
Within them, I place my heart, and my soul so tread lightly, friend
For these words are my journey revealed to you from beginning to end

 

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Part of me wants to scream
But I never do
The urge slowly fades
Until it becomes
Yet another failed attempt
To win back that part of myself
That seems lost and forlorn
Scared and alone
Never to return
This is not a Perfect Storm

Have you ever stopped to think about the legacy of your parents, what they are leaving behind in you? I have actually thought about this often over the years, particularly when something happens in my life that I can’t explain or excuse in some way.

This is something I always promised myself I would never do. To me, living your life comfortably is not really living at all. I’m not saying people should be extremists and live life on the edge or anything like that, but I can’t be the type of person that settles for less instead of challenging myself. It kinda seems like I have.