Finding Myself.
Like well-worn armor, I
clung to blame, bitterness and the unfairness
of it all.
I was a victim, a martyr.
I was crazy.
My soul corrupt.
My heart a den of misery.
In the depth of darkness
and a living nightmare, drowning under the
weight of grief and
despair, I threw off the armor.
I let go; I stopped
fighting.
I floated in the swirling
currents and I survived.
I let down my walls and
let myself out of my self-imposed prison.
I forgave myself.
I forgave my tormentors.
I am my greatest enemy and
my worst critic.
I am the one who chooses
to be wretched and bitter.
I allowed negativity to
stay and maligned all that I loved.
I am lucky that from
misery I found myself again.
I opened myself up to love
and happiness
And it is appreciation and
grace that now guides my heart.
It is happiness and joy
that now lights my way!
Love is my faith; It is my
new religion!
By Kathy Pate
