Worth of strength
When you recognize you are better than a trip down lanes lost, that ride isn't where you want to go anymore. The worth you hold of yourself straightens you out. Shows the x-ray vision of blatant layers of hidden garbage from others.
Perhaps that is where people think you are an easy target. Clearly thinking that walking down a road behind you is going to drown you. And when it does not they have no hold over you nor the direction of the conversations either. It is a sad but relevant that the pursuer must realize there is no lingering string that is tangible.
I have come to learn that so many from my life decades before think I am this shy person and that I can be walked all over. Clearly they forgot that this survivor has the tenacity of a black mamba. I have a will to keep going and that the life struggles don't hold me back.
For some reason that is a button some want to press. To see if I crack. No. I can fade down but I strike fast. So for those who think that I am the same person, by all means, no. I would like to hope some sort of recognition of the changes in my life hold.
And while I am hoping there is this visual of change shown I also acknowledge that some just still see me as this big pushover. It is a sad route to take. Yet many do. None have walked in my shoes. Nor would they even understand how to begin. Yet in some distorted way they feel the need to express their voices about how I should proceed in life.
Even worse are those who like to believe they have this resonating lifeline with me. I would hope somewhere there is an appreciation for the life and worth I have. Even further that yes we shared parts of our lives together but none even remotely in last decades or so. So why on Paradise earth and heaven above would you think that any power still was electrifying thoroughly within you, above me?
I only ask because the phrases or stanzas given to hide what is real is quite laughable. Just want to say, it is okay to be open with your life. It is okay to feel like you need someone with you all the time. And by goodness it is welcomed that you have someone special you seek. Yet there is no need to hide that from me, for I know all too well the truth. From day one.
Me? I don't hide anymore. I don't have need to lie about anything. You either get through to me, open and honest, brutal and unyielding or you don't. Whichever is preferred by the notions in your head, I understand. Deeper than you think I do.
Sadly though, I know my worth and where I stand inside the circle of protection. Definitely not in yours. I know that. And yet, I don't care. I am within my own. I care for my own. I lean into me and watch others play out their crying games in spokes and rubber tires.
It is an interesting video of time, lapsing. And I carry on, in my own shoes. Knowing I am not damaged inside some wheel. Nor hurting from empty words. I can say, okay and move forward without a glance. I have done it several times. Every time, lessens the ache of how I could help.
Breaks down the need to extend a hand. Even opens the door wider for compassion. And today, I pushed the door open a little bit more, acknowledging I am more free than I ever thought before. So cheerio with a pale ale from me to all at the spinning wooden irons. Good living. Tides are rising.
Time is breaking. I smile. Grateful I am here, now, looking down and understanding a thousand times clearer. Clever.
Perhaps that is where people think you are an easy target. Clearly thinking that walking down a road behind you is going to drown you. And when it does not they have no hold over you nor the direction of the conversations either. It is a sad but relevant that the pursuer must realize there is no lingering string that is tangible.
I have come to learn that so many from my life decades before think I am this shy person and that I can be walked all over. Clearly they forgot that this survivor has the tenacity of a black mamba. I have a will to keep going and that the life struggles don't hold me back.
For some reason that is a button some want to press. To see if I crack. No. I can fade down but I strike fast. So for those who think that I am the same person, by all means, no. I would like to hope some sort of recognition of the changes in my life hold.
And while I am hoping there is this visual of change shown I also acknowledge that some just still see me as this big pushover. It is a sad route to take. Yet many do. None have walked in my shoes. Nor would they even understand how to begin. Yet in some distorted way they feel the need to express their voices about how I should proceed in life.
Even worse are those who like to believe they have this resonating lifeline with me. I would hope somewhere there is an appreciation for the life and worth I have. Even further that yes we shared parts of our lives together but none even remotely in last decades or so. So why on Paradise earth and heaven above would you think that any power still was electrifying thoroughly within you, above me?
I only ask because the phrases or stanzas given to hide what is real is quite laughable. Just want to say, it is okay to be open with your life. It is okay to feel like you need someone with you all the time. And by goodness it is welcomed that you have someone special you seek. Yet there is no need to hide that from me, for I know all too well the truth. From day one.
Me? I don't hide anymore. I don't have need to lie about anything. You either get through to me, open and honest, brutal and unyielding or you don't. Whichever is preferred by the notions in your head, I understand. Deeper than you think I do.
Sadly though, I know my worth and where I stand inside the circle of protection. Definitely not in yours. I know that. And yet, I don't care. I am within my own. I care for my own. I lean into me and watch others play out their crying games in spokes and rubber tires.
It is an interesting video of time, lapsing. And I carry on, in my own shoes. Knowing I am not damaged inside some wheel. Nor hurting from empty words. I can say, okay and move forward without a glance. I have done it several times. Every time, lessens the ache of how I could help.
Breaks down the need to extend a hand. Even opens the door wider for compassion. And today, I pushed the door open a little bit more, acknowledging I am more free than I ever thought before. So cheerio with a pale ale from me to all at the spinning wooden irons. Good living. Tides are rising.
Time is breaking. I smile. Grateful I am here, now, looking down and understanding a thousand times clearer. Clever.
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