Watching my time fly by as I learn, as I grow, as I find the path I’m meant to wonder.
My journey mourning my past but at last I find my dream, passion and love for life.
Shaking off the skin of my family, the parts that are crumbling with narcissism and guilt tripping.
Stumbling over my roots, cutting through them as I look for light in the darkness I once grew in and mimicked due to shattering hearts and bleeding parts, the half healed love I was shown the poor habits that I mustn’t nurture.
My journey hard but when I feel the unhealed parts of me triggered I breathe, remember;
I am change
I am love
I am brave and nothing will shake the progress I intend and continue to make.
I love through the pain
Through the thorns I step on
Through the people who hurt me
I love with every step I take and one day little by little parts of me heal and the light begins to come closer.
Sewing the parts of me in need of mending but not with criticism with love.
My secret ingredient I carry in my pocket of trinkets.
Sprinkling it in all of my everyday things.
Sprouting small roses that grow without thorns.
In the small moments in the hardest parts in the lives and hearts I cross.
My quest of love I spread on a walk leaving a happy trail on the way to the home I will build and grow with the people I choose to enter my home.