STOP!
Don't worry it's just me. A kind hearted, secure soul resting dreams upon a pedestal. A soul seeking for the right to have been what I was believed.
I look back, hard. Hard, but yet soft enough to have allowed my person to over process. Lacking by childhood. disrespect. As I didn't look at the real picture only what was on the front line. I saw a soul whom hurt so bad, lost foundation that was bravely and effectives earned, but yet effortlessly left behind.
Awitty one, one who found a way to survive thru countless embossed abuse. Forgetting how to stand tall as embracing the forthcoming pain. Placing us on a back burner, as boiling anger, sour thoughts kept the biggest part away. LIFE. It did more then simmer thoughts, scalding Ioss of self esteem, this foam as if its screaming out for someone, anyone to rescue., To soothe an earned passion. Passion for a healthy, ambious, fruitful relationship. Posing into the mirror. those tears, then painting of a picture. A family, my family, as they reach out so far forward no one would get in between. Reaching for forgiveness, prosperity, wholeness. If this endless hug could capture the fearless belief, the spirit could be higher then the sky itself.
Lurking n the distance, behind the ever so changing world, struggles the power . This power, costs more than money, more than wisdom, more then love itself.
Believe.
Pride a deep subject, pulling at the collar of a fresh dressing rightous one, pulling like it's the only direction possible. forcing and ripping inner lining. This lining is the freedom, to give to yourself.
Believing those days, days on end that made up a loss of memory.
Memory, a powerful piece of everyday. Fear as you can't demagnetize the suction pulling you in. Not realizing deserved rights.
The A word, Alcohol.
Ruthless, inconsiderate, the mind changing serum with deranged beliefs. Beliefs that brings you what it wants you to be. As I was thinking, there it goes, my personal property. personable lack of respect. as it starts to boil.
Responsibility, the real life. your god given right, your children. I am one of those children who needs. I Depended on the words of wisdom the courage to know the difference. Now what.
Now with little, or no direction, this world challenged not just your readiness but the ones waiting.
readiness for guilt. the powerful word is then present. squeezing out feelings of sickness, beyond any pain.
The reaching from the outside, extended arms of compassion, tolerance, and the room for a mistake. Ready to empower an overbearing, time consuming itch.
While scratching the inside of the soul, to figure how to accept, accept the need for a change.
Flowing inside the shameless waterfalls of a claimed, overworked and processed being. is a timed fact.
There comes a hand. then another. Without hurtful words, the heart starts . Beating from the hands, one holds the one inner strength. Inner strength that colors the air with the tastes of success. The other the perseverance. She made it. She took the rightous and made it be her riches. Lifting her soul to a place no one could touch. her pedestal, her destiny, and now a remarked foundation. Her rock. A Rock that had given believable and courage a new level.. Holding up her head, she began shouting, shouting as if the mountain was the highest sound garden would find .
The pain, as self esteem escaping the crack of the mirror.
Now a Confusing and less than appropriate lifestyle erupts, are endless nights of disbelief that torment life itself. Saturations of a liquid so profound, then- disappears.
It happened. the weight lifted up off the shoulders of every doomsday that had consumed her taunted breathe.
Strength, Strength a powerful word. To know the difference. The power to have the Knowledge and Wisdom, to taste the difference.
Knowledge, what life has intended for you.
and then out of the mirror is the image.
A plate. ever so shiney, with a your face glowing
A plate placing a never giving up never disrespecting slice of hope.
A treat, never give up dream desert belonging to you
Believe
A dream slice, endless flavor.. Step up,
stand tall, this world will feel and hear your voice.
Place your order, while awaiting, your Family, ever so proudly arms wide open. stands with readiness. Readiness while standing on your pedestal.
Believe
A word that stands for worthiness. Worthiness in yourself, as you would believe to be in others. Believing the path belongs to you according to the ever-changing world..
Giving back to you, accepting your right to believe.
The passion, self esteem, courage and willingness, this, now is, what I believe.
So when you see arms reaching out,
Believe.
When you look in the mirror and don't see the real you,
believe.
While listening to my words, you believed.
You believed I would keep my belief .
Here I am
Here are my words that represet.
When times are hard, never give up.
Power,
Heart,
holding on
I "Believe"
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