Looking back I can see, I was far to blind to try and understand right from wrong.
To naive to tell the difference between self destruction and being a strong woman.
I let words cloud my head and push me further away from myself.
Trying to play it cool, but really playing myself over and over.
What I really needed was a real friend.
Someone to cry on.
Someone to guide my poor broken soul.
Someone to want better for me.
Someone to help me see what I refused to see in myself.
It took years and a lot of tears.
Walking through it all alone was very difficult. However I’m glad I did.
I stand alone and couldn’t be more proud of that.
Feeding my soul is priority over ego.
A day at a time.
A step at a time.
At my time…