Untold Stories
You can't tell by looking at the surface. What is hidden behind those eyes?
Some scars leave a mark on the surface of your skin, plain for others to see. A bruise that leaves a discoloration. A wound that leave a permanent indentation where a gash used to be. Then, there are others that leave scars on your heart. Your mind. And impact your spirit. Your thought patterns. Your connection to yourself. Your connection to the world. Your place in the world. Your self concept. What you accept for yourself. What you think your worth.
For a long time, I would wonder, and get so mad. Of all the people, why me? All I've done was be kind. Be supportive. Be nurturing. Listen. Empathize. What have I done to deserve be hit numerous times in the same spot? Why do you want so badly to minimize me? To make me believe I was the problem? To make me question my own judgement? My own intuition? My own bodily sensations? Why mess with my sense of self trust? Oh. So you can use my good heart as life support. As fuel for your broken system. As health insurance for a broken heart. To siphon healthy oxygen into your toxic lungs and brain. To fully reap the benefits of a good samaritan.
Its taken years of close study. Years to uncover parts of me that I didn't understand that created this cycle. Learning about psychology. Narcissism. Wounding. Childhood. Energy. Unconditional love. Tarot reading. Spiritual awakening.
I'd adopted the lotus flower as a personal symbol to represent how much I've learned and bloomed from growing in muddy surroundings. That there is always hope despite the circumstances, if you're willing to put in the effort to bloom no matter where you are. To push through the grime and allow your petals to be set free.


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