Long Hard Road

Character building, all the hardships, I have faced throughout my life, has made me a stronger person. The good times and the bad, I faced my enemy with a stony face. I didn't let my emotions boil over to cause more trouble for those, who did harm to me. Those, who would have fought battles for me, have died. I have no worry of repercussions against my enemy.

I am strong when I need to be. I keep going, while the event is happening, then fall into an exhausted sleep at the end. I even try to push my pain to the back of my mind. Don't complain about my pain, whether be pain of the heart. Or body. I go with the flow. Now I tell everyone, when I have plans of my own, for them to wait until I'm free to help. I have a life to live.

My life has taught me not to expect much. Present I owned for a short while before they disappeared. My treasures were given away to other people or sold. Maybe that is why I hold on to the items I treasure.

Only one night, I prayed I wouldn't wake in the morning. I didn't like the feeling of waiting for the next bad experience to happen. I woke with a clearer mindset. I wasn't going to let anyone, or anything, defeat me. I may have a lot of hidden battle scars.

Writing saved my sanity and crocheting for family, and those in need. Strange characters passed through my dreams with ideas for a story. Each character made me feel as though I was a part of their life. I was kept from the darker side of life. I have seen a few people fight for their sanity, and take a downward spiral. I found my outlet in my writing. Patience, I lived to fight another day. I ride the waves of life to find the future I have yet to find.