Intro- Sometimes somebody hurts you so much, it stops hurting at all. Until something makes you feel again and then it all comes back. Every word, every hurt, every moment. How could you ever understand where I come from? Even if you ask, even if you listen, you don’t really hear or see or feel. My past defines me. This is who I am. I am unseen, unheard and unwanted. That is what I am, if even I am anything at all. Reflecting- The sun comes up every morning, but do you know where? For me each place it's somewhere different. It’s hard to find East when you keep moving around, but at least it comes, it always comes. I've come to depend on that. Being in my 4th foster home, I’ve become lost in the sorrow of my soul, unable to see the light, unable to see the dawn. Everything seems so much like nothing compared to the feeling of wanting to see your mum smile again. Effortlessly allowing her joy to consume you as you reflectively smile back. How can you tell me It will be okay? I’ve heard many promises, all sounding the same. But push hard enough and they always prove to be empty. (connecting lines to next paragraph)
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Bouncing of each wall within hell, the joy seemed almost unrecognizable. Nothing was how it was supposed to be. Deeper and deeper I fell within myself and nothing could show me out, well until now.
I know I’m helpless, dependent and desperate but what happens when those you need the most threaten your very existence? That instilled thought caused retaliation
Conclusion- Slowly seasons change around me. Feet safe, roots starting to grow and little buds of hope appearing. This my past, my story, is not my fault. It’s not because of me and doesn’t have to be what defines my future. I am loveable, I am worthy of care and that glimmer of light, it makes all the difference. Those who tell you otherwise are too afraid within themselves to explore outside of their
Bouncing of each wall within hell, the joy seemed almost unrecognizable. Nothing was how it was supposed to be. Deeper and deeper I fell within myself and nothing could show me out, well until now.
I know I’m helpless, dependent and desperate but what happens when those you need the most threaten your very existence? That instilled thought caused retaliation
Conclusion- Slowly seasons change around me. Feet safe, roots starting to grow and little buds of hope appearing. This my past, my story, is not my fault. It’s not because of me and doesn’t have to be what defines my future. I am loveable, I am worthy of care and that glimmer of light, it makes all the difference. Those who tell you otherwise are too afraid within themselves to explore outside of their