She struggles, she always does. Everyday is a battle she tirelessly fight. She’s delicate, fragile, vulnerable. But she copes, she hopes, she moves forward. She’s tough. She wants to stop but keeps on moving on. She’s afraid, she’s sad, she’s full of self-doubt. And there isn’t a day goes by that she tries. She’s like a ticking time bomb but she dreams, she dreamed of the day where she can fly, to let go of the burdens she carry, to fly with glee, to fly and be merry.
Oh, and I know she’s blessed, she’s fortunate, she‘s grateful. She prays hard for self-peace, improvement and glory. She’ll bounce back, you’ll see. She’ll keep on holding on like a sturdy tree.
And it’s hard, I know. The battle is far from over but she’ll grow. It may seem impossible but I know she’s learning. One day she’ll wake up with no more doubt, no more self-harm. But a heart so light, birds will sing with delight.
Happy birthday self. 📸: @lowieeeecriss