Honesty Hour
Honestly, I don't really know what I'm doing.
Half of the time I'm just as confused as everyone else who is
walking in circles and struggling to catch their breath. I'm
a hopeless romantic who has trouble hiding the fact that I'm
extremely transparent. You can see my truth if you look hard
enough. My heart has been broken so I try not to overwork
her. People I love have vanished and a lot of the time I feel as
if I'm standing alone. I comfort myself with the words of my
poems; I drown in my own zone. Most nights, I don't sleep...
I rather be underdressed than overrated. My personality is
vibrant, paired with a sharp tongue and bad temper but I'm
learning to turn my fire down and allow my soul to simmer.
I'm a cry baby and a tad bit selfish but I'm relentlessly
honest about who I'm called to be even if the girl in the
mirror isn't who I want to see. I walk alone on a slightly
wider road because I tend to wander...I've been guilty of
backtracking and I've tripped a few times forward.
I'm blinded by what I'm looking for and I enjoy the rain from
indoors. I don't apologize for my feelings because they give
me character and poise. My pride keeps me quiet and I second
guess my purpose often. I could care less if my clothes match
because they don't reflect my heart. ..
Honestly, I don't really know what I'm doing.
Half of the time I'm just as confused as everyone else.
written by Alexandra Elle, Love in My Language, 2015.
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