I will always come back; I will always dive deep, sometimes I am cut short, I find that the depth wasn't there and yes, it hurts but I always regain the shore. A little weathered, a new scar, maybe an extra ache when the wind blows the right way yet I will stand on the shore and dance. I refuse to allow anything to cut short my experience in this life, I know no other way to be than wild and free. I laugh as hard as I cry and love as much as I can. I will be me no matter the storms that roll through, I am strong and I am still here.
So many decisions to make, directions to go, a million thoughts swirling about this mess in my head. Always searching for the right move, swaying and twisting on this balancing act that is my life. Wondering if I have learned enough to finally grasp the dream I've been chasing. Doubt is knocking, no pounding on my door and she's a mean and vengeful bitch. I'm afraid, that pain is like no other and scars run deep, layered upon my soul. Gotta be strong, it's not just me to bear the consequences. The knowledge sitting on me with the strength borne of experience and I struggle not to cave under it's weight. Each day I have to remind myself that last night didn't kill me and I'm stronger for it. I have fought and lived and I will fight and live another day. Learning to embrace the joy that comes in each moment, bar the door against the fear that sneaks around corners all covered in gloom and breathing despair. Hell no, you are not catching me, I know what you are...
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