Welcome lovelies to Moody Monday where I allow my mood to dictate what I share. Today, I will be sharing another poem! This poem inspired me to not give up, regardless of the naysayers. I hope this brings inspiration to you as well.
I woke up broken. All that was left of me was stolen, chosen for someone else. Used and discreetly abused, nobody got the clue, no one supposedly knew that I wasn’t at my best. I stood out from the rest, they were jealous, jealous for the glow that was in my chest. They saw my beautiful mess and they were reluctantly impressed. I put them to the test with my dark, fear took over them and they became restless, and their tongue, sharp. However, I refuse to harp on the recent past. I am from the present. Here, I am sitting alone, cold and unknown with a fire raging from within. Who I am is apparently a sin and they mustn’t see me win. Bets were cast to see me give in. That could never happen. My soul is a warrior and fortress that can withstand anything, whatever life sends. I was born for this.
Tune in next Monday to find out what my mood instructs me to share!