The awakening

She has fought hard to become the strong independent woman that she is. She won’t let anyone tell her what she can and cannot do. Don’t try to tell her how she should or shouldn’t feel, that belongs to her. Her patience for bullshit is very short. She is stronger than she gets credit for. She moves in ways that are misunderstood but she is proud. She will never be controlled, wild and passionate, loyal and kind. She makes mistakes and owns them.

She will kick to the curb anyone who destroys her peace. She loves deep and hard. Her soul is as old as the trees and her heart hardened by the experiences life has thrown at her, yet softened by the moonlight.

She is singular, for there is no one else like her. Hard to handle, even harder to understand. Her smile illuminates and touches the hearts of many weary travelers who come in contact with her. She is a special gift from the universe.

If you can’t handle her at her worst, you don’t deserve her at her best. At her core, the very essence of her existence… she is love. When she loves it is hard and committed. Her love is fierce for it is all that she knows. Love is what she gives to those around her that are deserving of it. Something she rarely gives to herself.

She is very critical of herself. Always striving to be better, to do better. She gets very little gratitude or recognition from those around her. She has learned to live with that. She knows in her heart that she has given her all with very little in return. She has learned to hide a lot behind her beautiful smile.

She has seen hell and somehow managed to survive it. She rises like a phoenix time and time again. Knowing that each day is one day closer to being exactly who she needs to be. She needs no one to help her through the hard times. She may want them there but she can manage those times on her own.

She believes everything happens for a reason and that all she has been through has led her to this exact point in her life. Without those weak moments she could not have learned to become strong. All that she is, all that she does, all that she believes, lies in her hands. Not the hands of others.

She has learned throughout her life that pain and suffering is a part of life and that the way we react to it makes all the difference. She refuses to give up. She is a survivor. The dark, painful times are done and gone. No longer will they have a say in her choices. She stopped wishing on stars and hoping for someone else to make her dreams come true. THAT is up to her now.

Too many empty promises and disappointments have made her realize that life is not a fairytale, prince charming does not save the princess and knights in shining armor do not exist. She does not need saving, she needs something more. She doesn’t need someone to pull her out of the water when she is drowning, she needs to learn how to swim.

She will stand tall, she will not falter, she will hold her head up high and shout from the highest peak “I am me! Like it or not this is who I am!” She will push away the ugly that is in her life to make room for the beautiful. I AM SHE!