My very addictive personality and all sorts of strongholds are a thing of the past for me. Yet at the root of every single one of those issues was insecurity, something I had battled since childhood.
Beth Moore-Living Proof Ministries
“Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.” ― Fiona Apple
My words calm her, and make her feel like I understand. Thing is, I don’t know her story. I don’t have to, because her story could be mine. Or yours. Just because she’s young, doesn’t mean that she’s carefree. She’s insecure, and unsure of her future. She’s hopeful she’ll find her way. Find someone that will love her, for everything she is and isn’t. She wants to be normal; Better. Hell, don’t we all? I want to hold her, and assure her normal is merely a washing machine setting. I won’t tell you her name, though some of you may know her. Even if you don’t know her name, you will know her story. As much as I’ll share anyway.
Peaceful Beauty, Raging Soul
A knowing smile
Beneath the surface
Her need to love
To be loved
She mourns her want
But blind to it
Questions her worth
What is this desperation?
Her spirit wails
Listen, see, and accept me
Restore my soul
Ease my mind
Kiss my lips
Stroke my cheek
Set me afire
I am precious
I am love
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
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