MEMORIES NEVER SAID...

I wrote this over 2 years ago but it is inspiring to me to continue to do the good fight, to be better and become more....

 

There are pieces of me, memories that no one has ever heard me
utter. Memories so raw and jagged that they have remained inside me.
Maybe this will be my release, my salvation, cleansing. I know it
cannot be my ending or final undoing..those thoughts have faded long ago.
Somewhere inside this vessel lives a strong and old soul. Why I have been
given this gift is beyond any reasonable thought I could possibly know.
I know there is never anything a human being cannot endure if they have
that place inside them that defines them, that makes them whole. But being
strong brings many splinters of pain into the soul because your eyes are not
shut when the experiences come to you. I am not a religious person, but I
believe in something greater than myself that has been watching over me all
these years and has kept me here for one reason or another. I am trying to
find out what my being here is all for, I think at the age of 31 I am starting
to just grasp this in the smallest of details. I am not as lost as I once was,
I do not fear those things that used to haunt me everyday and I believe that down
the line I will full-fill my purpose, even if it is of the smallest consequence. So here my journey begins, the telling of my tales, the memories buried deep that shall come to the surface and hopefully cleanse my heart of the anger and pain I have carried for so long. I want to have the feeling of healing, to trust and to love freely and to live and breath the clean air of the life I have left before me.