The Bag...heavy in weight, it held the details of my life's journey, and often made me feel insecure. It left me feeling ashamed of whom I had become, and made me question how will I endure.
The Bag... so overwhelming that no one could imagine all that lied within. And regardless of how heavy, unattractive and wearisome, I had allowed it to become my closest friend. |
The Lady... proud, independent and she's trying to be strong, while walking around daily with deep internal scars.
Strong Lady? Yes, that could be me, but I was tired and lonely and I longed to be FREE. |
The Experience... allowed me to let it all go. Nothing else to hide, I let all my scars show.Yes, carrying around the bag was an experience in itself, but I shared my experience just to help someone else.
Not one thing in my past will ever change for me, but dumping out my bag, has allowed me to live life FREE! |
