You wonder how I am always happy, how my eyes dance with joy like twin ice skaters who found an empty space to dance. You ponder and question how my voice can break concrete barriers as if I was blowing on a house of cards.
I'll tell you how.
My voice used to quiver and shake. My hands, in my pockets, my hood covering my eyes, my feet shuffling across the sidewalk. My smile was rare at best, and my eyes were dull and empty. Yet I am now able to wear bright yellow t-shirts and skip down roads. I laugh and dance and sing as if I'm the only one in the room.
How was I able to get there?
My scars made roads for me to dance on. My tears tightened my cheeks and showed me how to smile, even when I didn't want to. My eyes wept out the dull color to brighten my eyes. My heart beat so fast that I could have enough energy to run a marathon at 2AM. My voice quivered so fast that it sounded normal.
I am not perfect. I am no god or God.
I am sinful, and wrong, and terrible.
But I love it
When I cry, I wail.
When I'm afraid, I screech.
When I'm happy, I laugh.
When I'm excited, I leap.
My imperfections have taught me what you once taught me long ago...
Weather in light or in darkness, the path of your life, you must keep walking on it.
In short, how was I able to do it?
I survived.
Sick of Losing Soulmates - dodie
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Roman d'amourUs, Them, and Everyone else who needs us. Who needs me, and most importantly... Everyone who needs you.
