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I Learned To Dance So Well In The Rain

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“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” – Vivian Greene

And dance I did.

As my 46th bornday approaches on April 4th, I’ve been reflecting on my life’s journey. I’ve come a long way from being that eight year old kid who held back tears, swallowed her pain from abuse, and declared that I would grow up to be better than the examples that I was being shown at home.

I’ll always have a vivid memory of the Saturday that my father almost ended his life and mine. Even after he hurt me to my core on this day, I put hurt and fear aside. I wanted to live. I had the courage and the strength to survive.

In all of the heartache that I’ve been through, I’ve always pushed forward. And here I am today. I’m proud that I made the decision at age eight to live. I didn’t know what my life would be like as an adult, but I had dreams of a better life full of love. I can look in the mirror and smile, because some dreams do come true. I made it. Hearts can be emotionally battered and can bend. But, hearts can also feel love again. Hearts can also mend.

I’m gratefuI learned to dance so well in the rain.

Going Insane When The World Is Too Much

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Social media and going live on it gives some people the nerve to cowardly disregard the value of life. I’m sick to my stomach at the fact that someone’s murder is something that’s just tossed around on social media without a care. As if someone’s life is nothing. I’m disgusted with this, as well as the murderer. There’s no respect at all. Not for the living nor the dead. The victim’s name was Robert Godwin, Sr. and his life was valuable to his loved ones. His life was valuable and it was taken away on Resurrection Sunday. My heartfelt condolences go out to Robert Godwin, Sr.’s loved ones. These are my feelings on a Monday afternoon: going insane when the world is too much.
An execution was broadcast for all to see,
As if his being means nothing.
As if his life is just a sideshow in a country in chaotic disarray.
I’m angry with disgust,
As humanity is anything but humane
With its habit of devaluing life.
To BE or not to BE.
With all of the world’s problems laying heavy on my mind,
I rest my head in my hands
And I ask the universe, “Why?”
What do you do when the rain can’t wash away your tears?
Where do you go where your silent cries can be listened to?
Saying, “Fuck it” is what I can’t refrain,
And I don’t know what the fuck to do to keep from going insane.