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FID: 2211

I wrote this back in 2012



I knew this girl a long time ago. Lovely, young, pretty, fun. She seems on the outside to have it all and have it all together. She lived a life of spontaneous fun while still holding it all together.
She lived for the sake of living because she knew that nothing was ever a guarantee. She had already seen that proven many times over. She was tough as nails, played hard, loved deeply, trusted because she felt trustworthy. She only wanted those same things out of the world that she put in.
 
In her youth and trustworthy nature she believed that the people around her and wanting to be around her were the same as her. She was always an open book,always had the best intentions with her actions.............

You're not down if you're not out 💪🏻

She realized she had her own responsibility for walking down that road that the storm was on even though she was throughly warned. Warned by those that truly loved her and cared for her. All their efforts didnt seem to matter to her then. Oblivious in youth and chewed up by time. As she held tightly and reflected she began to learn who she really was and that she was the only one that could be like her. Others could be similar but not exactly the same.
 
That is when she realized she had made a fatal mistake in being an open book. Loving so easily, trusting so freely, assuming the world was a mirror of her. Even though she had come to the point that she had realized these things she was still consumed in sorrow for all that she had allowed to happen and all the time she had lost. In her resiliance her sorrow turned to anger and her anger into strength. Strength to take what she had left and make what she could out of it. Eventually, through all her growth she had wings.

Grand wings, wings that if she extended would free her from the powerful circular winds that had trapped her for long. Without fear of loss anymore and fear of what might happen she spread them, rode to the highest height of the tunnel she was in and was freed.
 
It didnt come without consequence, it was a hard fall. She got up sore and bruised but finally free. Free to open her eyes and see. Free to be who she was, whatever that ended up being. She dusted herself off and just walked, walked in the direction of those that had always loved her and wanted the best for her. As she walked she thought of all the things that she wanted/needed to say to them for all that she had been through and done. All the apologies ran through her head as she walked.

When she arrived to where they all were, she wasnt met with judgement or anger. She was met with love and embrace for having made it. No apologies were allowed to be spoken because she was not in need of being forgiven.
 
That was the moment that she really learned about people. She had seen so much of what she never thought or wanted to see. She had blinded herself to the truth of what else there was. She knew she was finally home and that she could still be who she always wanted to be, real. Like everyone else though her walk wasnt over and it will never be over.

She walks everyday, looking for some of the pieces that fell while in the storm and the pieces she can't find are being replaced with the strength to be better than the day before. She is still in the wind, it's not as dangerous as it was but not as calm as she wants. She continues to ride it though, She knows she has been through worse and that she is better equipped now that she is blanketed in the love and protection of those that are also real around her. She is ready to go the distance and find the breeze, if she ever does. If not she will have known that she did ultimately have it in her to be who she was and that in the end was all she ever needed. The strength in herself to just be.

4/22/12

So she had a tendency to look for these things in other people regardless at what level they posessed them. In her overestimations of those that she chose to trust she was wound up into a tornado instead of the soft breeze she seeked.
 
Her exterior being as tough as it was was up for the challenge but as time went on it began to chip and crack, as most things do when exposed to extreme conditions.
As the exterior became weak, the inner workings began to be pulled into the storm no matter how hard she tried to keep it all held together. Through it all she believed ultimately in herself, who she was, what she wanted in the end. She used it to help her keep her focus.
 
Through all the neck breaking turns and twists she managed to hold onto the core of who she was. She thought a lot about what she did to end up in such a storm of meaness and hate that threatened to change her.