Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Amazing no more....

“I want you to be amazing, the person that I knew, the shining star that used to glow, and light a room with tune.

A loved one made the words, intended for only good, but the words cut like a razor, I bled through and through.

The statement is ironic, your wish for me that is, for I pray each night to be “amazing” and not the shell I’m in.

My ballet shoes are put away, my ballet barre , now a walker and days I can use my legs, a blessed, painful reminder.

Be careful with your words, you well wishers and family , you think your words are inspiration they only end up haunting.

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