Who taught you to be soft?
Who taught you to be so afraid of the world that you sit in panic instead of trying new things?
Who taught you to live in fear instead of going after what sets your soul on fire.
Tomorrow isn’t promised.. isn’t that the famous line? But it’s true. We see it time after time. Someone’s here laughing it up today and tomorrow we never get to see them again.
I’ve been thinking about how I want to spend my life & how I’ve spent my entire life up until this point.
I was taught to be afraid of life. To fear the unknown because only familiar things are safe. Taught to never color outside of the lines because that’s not what good kids do. Taught to stay on the sidewalks because people drive like maniacs in the road.
When I was 5 I was beat with a metal spoon until there were bruises
10- a dog chain put around my neck and told maybe I should be treated like a dog
12- taken to the police station for a piece of food left on a spoon
And that’s only what happened on the weekdays.
I spent my childhood afraid. I spent my adolescence hiding.
And when I thought it was done, when I thought the beatings were done, the mental ones began. Thrown into a world of heartache and pain. Thrown to the side by the ones who should of taken me in.
I’ve made a life for myself.
22 and with a good job, car and home. But it’s not enough is it? It doesn’t give me back the golden years. It doesn’t change the fact I didn’t have my first real sleepover until middle school or the fact when I had friends over I was called gay and yelled at.
How do you clear those memories. How do you forget about the fact you were molested by your grandfather or the fact that your grandmother chose him over you.
How do you get over being blamed as a three year old for ruining a family when you told someone what happened.
How do you live a life of gratitude when the world has done nothing but strip you down and beat you with lashes since you took your first breath?
So if you’re asking who taught me to be soft, it was you. the one who I trusted as a child. The one who was suppose to protect me but instead hurt me.
But now that I’m soft, I’m the only one who can fix it. The only one who can make my skin tough, my heart rigid, not afraid of scars and possible pain.
I will fix me.
I will stop being afraid of the world.
I will take on the world like a bull, doing what makes me happy instead of what makes you happy.
You broke me.. but I will fix me.