It's Not All About Me

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When it comes to writing about oneself, many thoughts come in to try and organize or categorize by importance the highlights of your story, For me seems impossible! It doesn't end with the organizing you still need to edit your version in your head a few dozen times and make sure your writing is true with no filtered illusions and the rough draft seems so perfect in the mind, then typing it out it's unknowingly been subconsciously over analyzed and more questions roll in that make you second guess what your saying. Now you have gotten your mind so amped with this "About Me" page on how unique it is and makes perfect sense, people are really going to love it, then to did I say to much, to little, What if I sound crazy? or Offend someone? All my past is now a leading role, I, I, I is all I hear so I stop and rethink what my goal is here, Is it about me , is it about you, or is it about unity and one belief helping another belief by just living there own unique path. I realized a lot of people have survived the very same as I have. Is my story worse or better than anyone passerby? No, and It really isn't all about me!

Monday, January 1, 2024

Fast As I Can!

                                     IN LIFE, IS LIVING!

BROOKE SMITH

 

I am perceived as.

A woman who has had hardship in life,

Harsher than most,

Yet, wears her broken as it was the Richest of Diamonds,

Her legacy she will leave,

People would say:

“Strength of a man,

A soul your drawn too,

Wisdom that speaks the truth,

Love from the heart that spreads to all,

She used her struggles to benefit another,

A woman who would fight for the good and the bad,

As forgiveness for everyone was her persona002C

You would want her to fight with you,

Never against you,

Her faith was our Hope”.

Deep down inside she sees,

A woman who has missed her legacy because,

Inside I’m not so strong,

I’m not even so brave,

Let me say my truth,

most don’t know about me,

This secrecy is only what the heavens can see.

Seashells instead of Diamonds,

                                           Daisies instead of Pavement

    Sunsets instead of being too Busy.

Being Kind instead of being Right,

Poetry instead of News Papers,

Favorite Foods instead of Starving myself,

Beautiful Moments instead of Popular ones,

Flip Flops instead of Designer Shoes

The Smiles on my children's faces instead of Worrying over the next bill,

Following my heart instead of Pleasing people.

Deep conversation instead of holding it all in,

Being true instead of being perfect,

Knowing my worth and not Settling for less

Standing for my beliefs instead of feeling guilty and ashamed.

Risking my heart instead of keeping it Locked up,

Being Alone instead of in Dead-end relationships.

Beautiful Messes instead of Organized Tidiness,

Unconditional Chaos instead of Control,

Saying you’re Sorry instead of holding Regret.

To feel Emotions & let it Show, instead of being Numb and all Alone”.

The future I cannot predict,

The past I cannot change,

My present this I know is truth.

Some days I am not so strong, nor am I brave,

I have no regret and no Sorrows,

No fears or darkness within,

Today I will hold my Head up,

I will embrace this Faithful Life that molded me.

My pieces, my puzzle, Complexity for sure,

Her worth in life is the value of the Richest of Diamonds.

Shinning on all and so much to share,

Walk with me it is mesmerizing,

In life, we start Living!

 

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