Shell
How do you make anything about yourself when, your whole life, everything has been about someone else?
How do you see your own reflection in the mirror when everything you are is a shadow of the last person you'd ever wish to be?
How do you cross the street without looking over your shoulder when all you've ever been taught is how to fear?
I wish I had the answer.
But I was never given real answers. Only ones that resulted in more questions.
Here's another: how long can you live your life watching minutes tick away before your will runs out and your heart gives in?
One day, you will want to love yourself again. The real you. And the only thing you will fear is the fear itself. I can't tell you how to do it - like I said, I have no answers - but do it, you will, and you will greet yourself like a broken stranger and nurse yourself back to health.
One more question, before I leave you be: do you really want to wait around to find out how long it takes?
Copyright © Natasha-Jayne Wigley | Year Posted 2019
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