How I became Me
As the years go by
and time races on with it’s own agenda
never pausing or waiting for me to catch up,
I ponder how I became Me.
Was it when my happy home was torn in two
or when abusive men ruled my princess kingdom
or when scuicid and depression came knocking on my door?
No,
It was when I learned what I didn’t want for my future family
when I learned my own worth and when to say no
when I learned that the desire to help people is a gift
and when I learned that I am stronger now than I ever was
and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.
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