call me rose

I am a broken person trying to find myself again.

Picking myself up off the ground yet again, but this time on my own terms, making my own choices. Working towards being the me I know I am.

The me I left behind so many years ago.

Trying to dislodge the weight I carry around, little by little it will fall.

Every day is a new day. Every day has possibilities.

Every day I can dream.

I’ve spent so may years of my life fighting someone else’s demons.

It’s time I started living.

And I will.

I don’t expect every day to be roses, because I know they won’t be. They haven’t been.

But one day I want to be able to say “I found my happy”, and truly be just that.

Happy.