A bright reflection
Each time someone brings up people from my past I am not sure if I need to walk away or put a positive reflection upon them.
I mean through the roughness and heartache I find words that bring me to dislike them greatly. Yet even in those moments I see the light that is given.
The smallest of positive in bone breaking negatives.
And when I find myself seeing the goodness in the worst of situations that is when the love and joy follows.
I won't lie - for some it took me a long time to see light in their reflections. Yet even in my lowest, darkest moments, now I see their light. I understand the lesson I needed to experience to grow.
And even when I feel like screaming because of my past I have to recall what the nurse told me when I was giving birth to my son. There is no need to scream, for it helps nothing.
All I remember the doctors telling me through my son's hard birth and my daughter's quick one, stoic.
I had build this part of me. I will not complain about much. And more times than not, the breaking parts of me are well hidden by a smile.
As for those in my past, I am grateful for the lessons and now I carry them with me. But not as baggage but as letters. They are kindness, gifts given so I can make my life better .
Perhaps an odd way to look at it but I took months of therapy to eliminate so much. And when people talk about you in front of me, well I just smile.
So smile back so your reflection is brighter.
I mean through the roughness and heartache I find words that bring me to dislike them greatly. Yet even in those moments I see the light that is given.
The smallest of positive in bone breaking negatives.
And when I find myself seeing the goodness in the worst of situations that is when the love and joy follows.
I won't lie - for some it took me a long time to see light in their reflections. Yet even in my lowest, darkest moments, now I see their light. I understand the lesson I needed to experience to grow.
And even when I feel like screaming because of my past I have to recall what the nurse told me when I was giving birth to my son. There is no need to scream, for it helps nothing.
All I remember the doctors telling me through my son's hard birth and my daughter's quick one, stoic.
I had build this part of me. I will not complain about much. And more times than not, the breaking parts of me are well hidden by a smile.
As for those in my past, I am grateful for the lessons and now I carry them with me. But not as baggage but as letters. They are kindness, gifts given so I can make my life better .
Perhaps an odd way to look at it but I took months of therapy to eliminate so much. And when people talk about you in front of me, well I just smile.
So smile back so your reflection is brighter.
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