Life
What is life?is it lying to people that are counting on you being there for them? Is it flinching their back and talking about them even if they are right there with you? Is it having someone you just met looking at you and them calling you their friend and then they up and leave you hanging? Why must life.be this darn hard and painful?
Life is hard, life is painful, life isn't always easy as pie.. but people always say, hang in there and deal with it..well sometimes I don't want to deal with being hurt all the time, when I find out I have crossed the line, again, because I wasn't taught how to obey boundaries, and to respect others, how can I be held accountable for something I never was taught.
My shell I want to shed, but yet it's a safe place to bed, for I was there for most of my life, it's all I knew for most of my young and adult life. Shall I come out to the world and see if I get hurt or stay inside the shell and say oh well, the choice is hard, for either way I go, I will be ridiculed.
I see an bald eagle soaring high above, he is so free, soaring high in the clear blue sky, they are liking for a safe place to nest,maybe I will offer it my shell, because at least something that majestic meaningful, will have a safe home, because I have decided to leave this earth, for life is about being 're_birthed..
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