This is for all the knees that have hit the floor in despair.
Some deep mystical place inside your unique soul, has been bent, slightly jaded. You haven't nurtured yourself diligently. You're such soul overlooked initializing the beauty in someone or something so well you overlooked the toxic mixture that was sour for your own goodness.
You must lift that head of yours. With all the shame, insecurities, battle wounds, and pain that just don't stop, pain that aches so deep you don't know how or if you will ever make it out. With all that lowness straddling you day in and day out. Whatever your trial of testimony may be, look at it dead on, in its eyes, gain strength from it, stand firm, know that we are all born and bred to weather the storm, we are soldiers at war. Since inside the womb we have been fighters, we survived breathing fluid, we are fearless creatures with emotions to juggle. I myself have been bent, and bruised. I miss my little seeds. They grow everyday, and everyday I go on without seeing them is another brick in the wall, my wall, it is my woman gone. This is what is missing in me. I am a mother and I failed on so many levels, I take accountability for my shortcomings, for my faults, but I will be dammed to take the liability for another's position of blameworth. I owe it to my handsome, intelligent, fear nothing son, and my stunning ,angel of a face, sweet talking daughter, They are partially my DNA. The link we share is eternal. Forevermore. This is for the three of us and the maker to cast a stone of judgment or what have you. Other's personal opinion of me is redundant. I walked in some bloody, ugly, poisonous Paths, some self inflicted, some done by the work of the evil one's hand, The very core of me has been lost, sometimes I still go searching for it. My innocence, as well as my dignity has been robbed from me, with no reverence for my concern. I may not have acted on the lessons I've learned so far, and turned my life around, yet! Though the day I was born, the sweet maker gave me a mind sharp with words and how to analytically put them together. For the lessons I have been through and the ones up and coming, will be a hard back book as the reverence for my own concern, my shades of gray closet opened. For the say it isn't so, she couldn't do it, eyes see it and read it... Yes the taste has been slapped of our mouths several times, I'm sure, however you must love yourself unconditionally, for the unconditional love will be more abundant. We all could finesse this act more, I do believe. Never let the time or the times of your deepest cuts turn you into concrete, for you are born to walk a battlefield, actually wearing the armor, learning from your story, loving your individuality,accepting nothing but the best. We all could use a little grace. Into the wind we will all go as we Rock and Roll on the hemispheres and the shooting stars will be the light at the end of our tunnel.. I will see you all on the flip side,, I'll be wearing my smile.
By: Deana
Dec, 2015