I want to write about you, but my mind keeps coming back to
me. If there was something so beautiful that I couldn’t forget, I would let it
capture my heart, ensnare my mind and become the only thing I obsessed about.
Instead of me, all I could see would be what had stolen my
heart.
Now, I fight to know that others watch, but cannot see this
beautiful reality. Themselves know of a searching, longing for what I part
possess, but never knowing the true object of their affection is that which I
pretend to care for less. I hold what is great as if it were only a mediocre
reflection of greatness, and hold what is worthless as if it had some value.
This I confess, and know nought to change. For a prize worth
winning is worth the struggle. The fight to obtain is not a curse but a
blessing – if I count on grace to rise me when I fall.
Oh, that I could embrace my identity apart from the
affirmation of those whose value is derived outside themselves. To recognize
and walk in the freedom that I have tasted without fear of repercussions. To
burn the bridges that still connect me to the life I have rejected and fix my
eyes on what is changeless instead of the ephemeral opinions of those who think
they see….
Wow, this is beautiful! I really enjoy reading your blog, keep it up!
ReplyDeleteMy heart burned when I read this. You are an incredibly gifted writer! Have you ever thought of writing a book? If you ever do let me know!
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