For those of you who know my story, may understand, or who walk alongside me; understand.
Walking away is easy to do because strengths is one if my strengths. I know the truth and some of what I do know is what my wounded heart and head conjure when left alone. It's hard to trust when it's always been broken. Who is really to blame? The one who flawed me or myself for staying flawed? I get over things easily, but hold on to the memory and pain like an abandoned newborn starving for attention. Is it better to just keep quiet because I tend to talk a lot and wear my heart on my sleeve.
I tried and try to fix everything and am selfless, but when it's not appreciated what's the use? Sacrificing for this journey but no alleviation for our salvation.
When I no longer speak is when you pay attention. None existence I become by choice then I willingly walk back into fire.
Life, mine is strange.....but it's what I have.