not weak
I am not weak.
{I won’t deny my flaws and insecurities.
I’ve been bruised and broken in places,
used and abused and pushed aside and wasted,
disregarded and shamed,
manipulated and blamed,
starved and shut out and surrounded by hatred.
but None of that defines me –
my scars are a part of me;
not All of me
I am not the battles;
I am the Victories;
I am the Act of Overcoming}
so, if you’re searching for a soul to save,
a damsel in distress,
look somewhere else.
I’ll be my own Hero.
but I wasn’t always so strong.
my first love was the Ocean,
as powerful and untamed as my wild heart.
my second love was a boy
who showed me the beauty
of the world around me
and the hidden Beauty
Inside me.
that Fire in my soul –
the Hunger for knowledge and exploration,
the Curiosity and the Wanderlust,
the Rock-Hard Resolve,
the white-hot, unabashed Passion,
the inexorable Determination –
that is what he fell in love with.
Not my brokenness.
Not my fragility.
There is nothing in this world that I detest more
than our sickened society’s revolting
Glorification
of a damaged heart.
Stop it.
Just stop.
Stop acting broken,
being broken,
because you think it makes you beautiful,
or interesting,
or complicated.
It doesn’t
It just makes you…Broken.
Trust me. I’ve been there.
Be strong.
Be brave.
Be wild, and free, and afraid, but willing.
Ask questions.
Make mistakes.
Journey.
Discover.
Fall in love, and love so hard
it damn near breaks your heart.
Laugh wholeheartedly.
Dance yourself breathless.
Howl at the moon.
Sing to the stars.
Smile wide. Smile often.
Don’t let anyone stand in your way.
I’ve done it.
I’ll continue doing it –
living in freedom and fighting for happiness –
until it kills me
and it will be the sweetest death
because I lived –
really Lived –
and I was my own Hero.
who am I?
I am a dreamer
I’m a traveler and a scholar
a seeker of truth
I’m gentle
I’m kind
I’m a lover, not a fighter
but I’ll fight to the death
for those that I love
I’m fierce
I’m passionate
I’m opinionated as hell
and unapologetic
I’m speaking my mind
in a room full of conformists
not caring what they think
I’m singing quietly to myself
secretly hoping you’ll overhear –
hoping you’ll like my song
I’m incapable of standing still
especially when the radio’s on
I’m sneaking out at midnight
not for the moonshine
but for the moonlight
I’m in love with the world
in love with living
in love with love
I’m a ferocious lion with a delicate heart
a firefly in a sea of stars
the capricious blaze of a wild fire
the caress of a sunrise
I’m that girl they name hurricanes after
I am mine before I’ll ever be yours
I am my own hero, and
I am not weak.