The lesson in history is...
We must listen...
And learn from it...
There truly is no such thing as a being with no voice
There is only the deliberately silenced or those wished to never be heard from...
This is why we must be mindful of what we say
Words can be like tattoo-ed ink
Permanent marks upon anothers skin
Making forgiveness some of the hardest work we do
It requires a lot of strength in understanding and knowledge
To be able to stand upon our own feet freely and not hide behind the views of others
We are human...
Attachments get formed...
Pieces and fragments of us detach...
All scattering throughout reality...
Every person and place we touch or come in contact with has parts of us remaining
There is places where we once lived...
And there are versions of us that no longer exist...
Moments of life given and taken all within and through the seasons
All of which are searching and finding their way out or a place to remain
Constantly we are building and replacing parts of our being
Digging a little deeper and growing...
Working through the best and worst of daily living
We curate a wealth of positive memories
So on those dark negative days, we remain embraced with hope for a better tomorrow
Allowing our heart the strength it requires to remain present
Because pain can turn our lives ugly...
Be proof that surviving can be beautiful...
It's that gentle reminder given to yourself
You are trying and doing the best you can with your current circumstances
Hold yourself with kindness...
Release the heavy weight upon your heart and anything that does not allow you to be true
Remember that you are still learning...
There is no deadline on becoming you.
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