By the time I was 6, I knew a life that I didn't want. I had a nerf soccer ball and played on the neighbor's basketball goal. I taught myself to shoot. I gained my strength and moved up to a real basketball. I had a passion for something. I had an outlet. My plan was to play basketball in college and leave the life of screaming, chaos, drama, and negativity.
At 8, my little sister was born. I had a new reason for living. My happiness grew and I began taking on responsibilities that no 8 year old should have. It didn't matter. I had to be the grown up. To survive and cope.....I had to do this.
Here I am 30 years later, and the chaos and drama no longer have it's power over me. I am free of it. I have the power to release it with writing and painting. I can come here and send it out into the universe until it begins falling to the earth and is consumed by the atmosphere.
seeking somewhere to rest for a while, it's molecules break loose
the matter of its makeup all of a sudden make no sense.
the reality is no longer held together by turmoil and verbal abuse
My broken wing has healed.
stitched together by freedom. by love.
lifted up by forgiveness.
I soar higher than before.
I rise up.
My eyes transfixed on my own blue sky.
I awake to renewal.
I awake to the sun shining brightly
in my window reminding me of
the magnificence of nature.
This is the life I choose.
"With a broken wing, she still sings.......Man you outta see me fly!"
inspired by Martina McBride's Broken Wing