how could i have known that in order to love you id have to love myself
love was always an escape for my wounds
battling battling hard fighting  running away until i was backed into a corner with my shadows no where no way to turn but towards myself i didnt want to do it, i had no option
failure is not an option for you my dear child, ancestors whispering to me. the pain turned into compassion now im able to veiw the world thru different eyes, my empathy is almost unbearable, learning to be at peace with the sounds around me. now i know that love is not pain. learning to train my brain. monkey mind bouncing around. could this all just be a joke? im not laughing.