Triumphant
Through heartache and pain i grew
But it was the only reality i knew
Until I aged a little more
It was then
I began to understand the score
Confusion
Anger and resentment came
My heart, full of fissures
Began to break
But there in my shattered state
A voice through the darkness came
It was at that time
I began to rise
A new understanding
With a new mind
A new world
Through new eyes
I am above it
I am beyond it
I am triumphant
Eggshells
I've been tiptoeing around almost my entire life, afraid of causing controversy, and carting with me the vast stockpile of nightmares from my childhood.
So much baggage for so many years.
Is it any wonder then that finally I have found emotional release in the unlikeliest of places, a writing tool, so simple and so elegantly constructed as to allow the dam to gradually release the pressure crammed against it.
I am so used to walking on eggshells I shall most likely continue to do so, but without the luggage.
And that, my friends, is enough.