Why are you crying when it was my heart that was shattered?
Why are you crying when I only gave you a day for my tears?
Why are you crying when I was the one who had to pick up the pieces and move on?
Why are you crying as if you didn’t destroy your world?
Why are you crying as if I haven’t already forgiven you?
Why are you crying as if I have not noticed that your actions are to help me and not hinder me? They appear for you to see who I am.
Why are you crying as if your spirit didn’t tame my ego and your ego didn’t set my spirit on fire?
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Kissed by the gods
My body is a piece of artwork kissed by the gods. Each scar tells a story of pain but a story of healing. Tattoo placements are impeccable and flow with the story my soul wants to tell. Each piece fits like a puzzle. My small frame has brought me shame in the past, and now I look in the mirror and Thank God. I look with admiration, and I can’t believe that it belongs to me. My eyes are my favorite, so bright and expressive. I show others who I am; while some shy away, others feel the warmth of my light and choose to stay. My spirit can’t be tamed, so I allow others to feel safe enough to walk their path until it’s time to move on. I’m never far, but I can’t stop and wait.
My favorite thing about myself is I will walk through hell with you, but I won’t sit there with you. If it’s a pity party you’re inviting me to, I have one of those in me; the next one, I must respectfully decline.
My hands hold unmatched magic. The power that flows through them, the connection I can make, and the ease you feel with one touch. Nothing that I do is without intention.
I am the conductor of the Orchestra. My body is a piece of artwork kissed by the gods.
A Mother’s Letter to Her Child
I have already apologized for what might not have been the best you felt I could do. I don’t know how long you think you could hold me hostage or how much longer you think I will allow you to hold me hostage.
I can admit that looking back, I could’ve done more, but from where I was, that’s all I had. I can’t go back in time, and I can’t make it right if you hold me hostage to my past. For years I’ve been trying to make things right through your children, and I have sacrificed some of my best years to prove that I loved you. But you took advantage, and we both have nothing to show for our sacrifices.
I was never supposed to take on your burden as my own. I understand that more than ever. All I could do was tell you that I did my best. You know, the same way you’re telling your child the same thing. You claim to hate me so severely and declare that I was such an awful parent, yet you’re following my path. Could you help me make sense of that? Please help me understand why you would hold me hostage only to be like me. The freedom you desire, I have paid the price for. I did my job as a parent, whether it was to your liking or not. Again, if I was so bad, why would you want me to have such a helping hand in raising the ones you gave birth to? I can’t say I am perfect because I am not, but I have to be better than the person you’ve built in your mind. In your heart, you know who I am, but your mind tells you there is a problem, and frankly, that has now become your problem because I have to free myself from the prison you’ve built around me.
My Heart and Soul
Sometimes I forget you guys don’t live in my mind, and sometimes I jump ahead of myself.
Since the beginning of my self-love journey, I have been the most honest I have ever been in my entire life. I share details that could be off-putting to some and inspiring to others. We all come here to write and share with whoever will listen.
I am at the phase in my life where I want to be a living testimony of what being your authentic self looks like. I want to show up with no mask so others can always see something in me that they either see in themselves or wish to see. When that happens is when change begins to take shape.
I strive to ignite that flame that sets your heart free from bondage. I don’t know your story, but I know mine, and I’m not afraid to share it even when others look at me like I’m crazy.
I put my heart and soul into my ebook Favor over Fear: a guide to self-love because I believe in what I do and how I do it. I believe in you and your ability to find your true self.
People think that I am not afraid, but the truth is I am terrified, but things need to get done, and I choose to get them done.
There is an energy that needs to be released, but we’re all sitting on it because we’re afraid of what-ifs.
How about this, what if everything we want comes to fruition? What if we crack the code to life? What if we all could connect in such a way to know that we’re never alone, even in our darkest moments.
We all share a piece of ourselves anytime we share a post.
My words are my heart and soul. My life is yours to witness. Hopefully, the witness to my healing provides you with the safety of knowing it’s ok to heal every part of you, even when it might seem like it opposes someone else.
I share my heart and soul with you on every platform I have associated with my name.
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Favor over Fear. chapter 2
Before I ask you if you could relate, I want to explain what I meant.
I did everything that I was supposed to do except take care of myself. I went to work and came home and took care of my family. I gave so much of myself even when I knew I was being depleted. Why wouldn’t I? Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? We’re supposed to be the backbone for someone else; we’re supposed to sacrifice for other people. Who cares how you feel as long as the person on the receiving end is happy.
When does your happiness begin to matter? When do you begin to count?
My essence is my inner happiness and peace, and when I tell you, I wished for death because it had to be better than my experience. I cried out so many times just for it to be over.
I never got my wish, but I got something better I found the ability to find my happiness even if that meant letting go of things and people that I thought would last forever.
I’ll ask again how many of you could relate? How many of you want more? How many of you need more but don’t know how to get there?
Allow me to show you my journey and how I found my happiness and learned how to conquer my fears.
You can find it here in my free ebook.
Favor over Fear: a guide to self-love
Soul's Purpose 