Life and its happenings shape us like intricate stone into the person we are.
Every crevice and every sharp corner has been formed from a specific jab.
As much as we may hate to revisit those bashes, they also bring us a strength that we would never know otherwise.
From to time, emotion, excitement and the fear of those unexpected assaults cloud our minds and jumble our senses.
We cry because the load is too much for us to carry.
We nearly anticipate the theoretical painful ambush that could happen….
We hate to think it, but we wonder if it will be like all the others….a brutal, agonizing let down that we could never have predicted.
Then, we shake our heads, and try to silence our minds.
We can never know what another human thinks unless we ask.
We can speculate, and we can postulate.
We can allow the pains of yesterday to alter our today.
We can wear the blood of those wounds on our chests
Or we can push ourselves to let it go.
Carry the load, feel strong on who we are and what we deserve in the world.
Someday, somehow, somewhere, someone will understand this, see this in our eyes and in the deep reaches of our soul and understand who we really are and love us for it. They will have their own gashes, and scars and fears that may run deep. But they will have walked a hard road, given all that they could and want to give again.
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