Torn between the bliss of ignorance and the security of knowledge
A woman always knows
And she always shows
She ALWAYS shows,
Wearing her emotions on her sleeves as an armor of protection as a reminder to always past go,too far ahead to turn backwards.
She yearns to be healed but... she doesn't mind if that cut that once ran deep leaves a scar ever so light or maybe a bruise ever so painful because it’s easier to remember visually or tactically than to mentally remember what she learned to block out, causing so much hurt in the first place.
She's one step closer to never looking back. And In case she does, she's always prepared...or so she believes.One step closer seems to leave her two steps backAs she goes back, back… forgetting how to go forth because...
She believes.
A woman believes
The expectations of the world become blinders to her soul,
As she prepares to fight those who challenge her capabilities, ignoring her strengths, highlighting her weaknesses.
She goes through life attempting to prove them all wrong.....including herself.
As she begins to rely solely on consistency, losing sight of validity,
She bends over backwards for everyone, answering the call of everyone, attempting to please everyone when the reality is, ANYONE wouldn’t even consider doing a portion of what she's done. As too many wrongs become the norm for her expectations, no longer recognizing what "right" looks likes.
After a while training becomes an alternative to maintaining,
As she lies torn apart by the decision to dwell in comfortability or dive into a place of uncertainty....
Because expecting everything seems better than not knowing anything.
Through experienced errors and mischievous milestones she ultimately realizes that to know nothing brings a sense of reality that surpasses a thousand encyclopedias and the insight of a million people....
In fact to take it a day at a time becomes the most refreshing aspect of her life as weight becomes lifted along with spirits, allowing making it through the day that much easier.
Given countless choices, A woman is forced to choose…and she always does.
