Flight option 2
When people hurt me the wrong way , I crumble
Rather than bounce back like a brand new tight rubber ball, I’m more like a crumpled paper that can barely if at all un wrinkle myself, which is my destiny? I remain in a wrinkled state unable to unfold myself. I feel bound under layers and folds and can’t see my way out. “Can anybody hear me? ” an artist cries out in his song. Crying for help. Resting. Waiting for someone to use or want to write their story upon me! When we are born, we know we have won some ancient race to be alive . No one tells us the race has just begun. For some of us we only realize when it’s been won by the rest. It’s my job to reveal that new truth. My truth. And together, tho we are all different, we will learn the hard way. By just not quitting, or by being fierce May we do it with kindness. And recognize the difference each step of the way.
Take whatever applies to you. Or let this mean nothing.
Rather than bounce back like a brand new tight rubber ball, I’m more like a crumpled paper that can barely if at all un wrinkle myself, which is my destiny? I remain in a wrinkled state unable to unfold myself. I feel bound under layers and folds and can’t see my way out. “Can anybody hear me? ” an artist cries out in his song. Crying for help. Resting. Waiting for someone to use or want to write their story upon me! When we are born, we know we have won some ancient race to be alive . No one tells us the race has just begun. For some of us we only realize when it’s been won by the rest. It’s my job to reveal that new truth. My truth. And together, tho we are all different, we will learn the hard way. By just not quitting, or by being fierce May we do it with kindness. And recognize the difference each step of the way.
Take whatever applies to you. Or let this mean nothing.
