Flowers and us 🙂
Flowers and us 🙂
That precious glittering gem that she once wore around her neck , became the shard that pierced her bosom and left her to bleed .
I wish I’d never said
“I wish I was like you”
Now that my wish is granted
I wish that I then knew
How tough it is to muster
Courgae to live each day
How tempting to befriend death
And then cowardly turn away .
Amid those constant reminders of telling him to take off his blind folds and see how much he was loved , the fool didn’t take off hers to notice she never was .
You , at your best ,will not be good enough for some . Love yourself anyway.
You, at your worst , will be treasured by some . Love them and be grateful .
Words , lost in transit ,
In depths of pain and fears,
Before they make it
From heart to hand
They drown in streams of tears .
Me , Last night .
For the kindness of the doctor who didn’t make me feel worse than I already was .
For my mama who doesn’t understand why and how , but said to me “ I’m there for you”.
For my dad who has never been good at dealing with medical issues but just kissed me on my forehead ( his way of telling me I’m not alone ) .
For my sister who has confidence in me and says it out loud. I will cope , I will !
For my best friend , Ryan, for being there and holding my hand as we walked out of the hospital .
Grateful that the journey , although tough , is one I won’t take alone 🙂
I don’t have to be sorry
for loving those I do
for loving the way I have
for loving myself anew.
Just before she leaves , one last glance and the girl in the mirrror looks different . She’s finally wearing what everyone will know and recognise as ‘genuine’ . She’s put the fake away .
Her dancing imitation ear rings are also celebrating her wholehearted smile 🙂