I am human.
I am not perfect or always kind.
I have thoughts; some wonderful, some terrifying and some that I wish I didn’t have.
I can be quick to anger but fast to forgive.
I’ve loved, been loved, AM love, and yet I find it hard to love myself.
I sometimes let careless words hurt me and can spew careless words that hurt others.
I am afraid of being weak even when I’m strong.
I let fear rule my mind when love would do a better job.
I am harsher to myself than you could ever be to me.
I want to live in joy but fear what might happen if I just let go.
I seek to have power over my mind, rather than let my mind rule me.
I think I’m not good enough when I was born from the light already perfect.
I am often working on myself while those who judge me do not.
I try my best to show my sincerity through my actions, not words which often times can be meaningless.
I worry too much and pray too little.
I have been through incredible pain, and indescribable joy.
I’ve been blessed with opportunities to grow and yet find myself repeating the same hard lessons.
I fear things I can’t control when surrendering to them would set me free.
I have amazing people that walk the world with me, some seen, most unseen.
I have been betrayed by those I’ve thought friends and given aid by those thought to be enemies.
I’ve loved those that couldn’t love me back.
I mourn the past and fear the future, finding it hard to enjoy the present.
I am never alone although I think I am.
I’ve kept toxic people in my life far past their expiration date.
I tolerate nonsense when it would be better to cut ties.
I’ve laughed at myself, cried by myself and tried to be my own best friend.
I spend my days wondering why I’m here.
I spend my nights fearing where I’ll go when I’m done here.
I try to enjoy the little things.
I am a work in progress.
I make mistakes and keep going.
I never give up even when I want to.
I am a seeker trying to find my way through the darkness, and back to the light.
I am human.