Looking back now, I can see that I've closed all the doors that came my way. I obsessed over all the bad that I couldn't see the good I had. I was stuck in the past and focused on all the times I was wronged instead of looking at the positives, at what actually matters, and seeing how I could better my life regardless of everyone and everything. Even if my family acknowledged me like I wanted when I was a child, I refused to see it for what it was. I twisted anything good because I let the darkness of their ways get to me, sure that I was right to do so. I didn't realize that everything I did made me more and more alone even though I hated the feeling. I even messed up the one thing that was mine for certain, that no one could ever take away.
I just couldn't hold on, I couldn't be optimistic when I felt like no one had me, like no one gave me a chance, so I gave up. Little did I know that I let them win and that was the last thing I wanted. After everything, I don't know if I have it in me still to recognize an opportunity, open the door, and persevere in the face of everything I had lost.
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Her Broken Sky
SpiritualA 21-year-old reflects on her past and tries to move forward in a desolate place. Holding on to the hope that there must be more in her future that will make it all worthwhile, if only to have the strength to endure her days and nights.
