There was a time long ago- not so long ago- that I had a voice. I had an opinion. I was loud. I was boisterous. I was so full of love and joy for life that I couldn't contain myself.
Someone took that away. They ripped it from my cold, frightened hands and never even asked if I wanted it back. In fact, they took that joy, breathed hate and malice into it, and then threw it in my face. It was a hard, hard time of my life.
I tried to bring the joy back. A fire began. It grew a little, flickered at times, but it was never the same again.
People tried to blow out my little light many times along the way. Many I worked my way through. One was successful. Wandering in the dark was so scary. It lasted for a short while, until I had someone come my way to brought a light to help guide me until I could find my own.
I've found my own. I don't need your light anymore. I'm sorry if I sound ungrateful, but I'm ready. I'm ready to stand with my own light.
But I must admit...
I'm scared.
I don't know if my light is strong enough yet to stand on its own. But, I think it's time, time for me to at least try. And I'm scared, so scared to fail. I don't want to have my light falter again. I don't want to go back into the dark again. But. BUT, I can't depend on others for my light anymore.
I need to do this for myself.
I need to do this for myself.
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