Who Am I?

I am flawed in every sense of the word. 

I am a damaged soul; a tough girl; an unaffectionate, unsympathetic human being. 

I am a woman who was raised to believe that showing affection and sensitivity meant that I was a weak individual. 

I am a person who is guarded and refuses to let anyone knock down these walls, which surrounds me for protection from those who are out to hurt me.

I am a wounded warrior who is still standing and fighting in my battle of dealing with my chronic illness.

I am becoming emotionally numb and prefer to be alone, rather than to be surrounded by others.

I am a person who does not know how to be emotionally supportive to others, because no one was ever emotionally supportive towards me.

I am an animal lover becuase, I connect with them better than I connect with humans; they understand me more than I am understood by humans.

I am a person with a strong mind and strong personality, which almost makes me seem robotic. 

I am a person who wants to change for the better, but the past will not allow me to build an emotionally and mentally healthier foundation for my future.

I am a person who needs to be able to love and be loved, cherish and be cherished, caring and cared for without the fear of rejection or neglect. 

I am not a forgiving person and refuse to forgive those who have hurt me, but I want to be able to let go and let God.

I am a work in progress with a long way to go until I reach recovery, but this is a war that I willing to continue to fight until the very end. 

This poem is about: 
My family


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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