For so long I have been terminal from the sickness of self doubt and insecurity. Brought on by those trying to mold my essence into their own. Pulling and tearing at what little I felt I had. Struggling to stand on my own feet in fear of being knocked back down. Lying down as let the waves crash and blend with my tears.
I have always felt a power within me that has been pushing against the walls inside of me built by the pains of my scars. Burning my skin from the potential energy that was so ready to be set free. Walls wearing more and more with every life lesson, so much so that that the energy was seeping through the cracks.
But now I am taking back the reins that for so long held me back. The walls of Berlin are tumbling down. Allowing the fires to…
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