I wasn't what he wanted. More importantly, I wasn't what I needed. So I hardened, not to be pushed aside.
They whisper their qualms, "Oh, she's changed. She isn't a lady anymore". That's okay. I'm not who you want me to be. I won't be stepped on anymore but you don't have to be so afraid.
I know how to respect and love deeply. Can you say the same? Caring for people is what I do best, pay attention and they'll tell you.
But the future can't be one or the other, the best will always be together. I might not know the balance yet, the pain makes it hard to see the scales. One day I will get there, and you'll be far behind, whispering of someone else's perceived failures.
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Rebuilding
PoetryA collection of poems with no particular subject matter besides the fact that they were written in a time of growth and change in my life.
