Monthly Archives: October 2015

thick skin

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When I was born, my skin was thin but time has made it thick. It’s been ridiculed and laughed at and played just like a trick. It’s a map of journey’s past and places I’ve not been yet. The scars I have remind me of the things I should never forget. This skin of mine, it used to shine now dull is my complexion. I’ve come to terms the skin of mine will never reach perfection. When I awake in older age this skin will share its tale of a weathered woman who’s strong at heart, but exterior is frail. Until that day finally arrives my life I get to design, so I’ll take my skin, as thick as it is, and be proud to call it mine.

Resilient.

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Remembering the hurt that came from that day sometimes still strips the air from my lungs like the sheets that came off of our bed.
Even months after you were gone, I still heard your laugh and it still haunted me late at night when I couldn’t sleep.
Sometimes things aren’t meant to be.
I know now that we were one of those things.
Lately, I’ve been noticing how I’ve become strong enough to stand alone and not use you as my crutch.
I‘ve been through hell and back and I proudly wear my battle scars like Picasso drew this work of art just for me.
Every now and then I think that you leaving was a big misunderstanding,  but in reality, it was quite the opposite.
Now I get to give my heart to someone whose hands can protect it like a box labeled “fragile”.
The greatest gift you ever gave me was leaving.