And just for thought...
There is a fire that still burns bright though my flame has quieted over the years.
I still feel the old rage of the struggle that I have already conquered, the need to fix what hasn't been broken for years.
I have seen life from all sides but still feel lost when it matters, when I know that I have already been found.
My mouth still runs away from me when I know better to keep it shut, when I know nothing will come from the damage I sometimes still spew
though the passion for being right isn't all that important anymore.
I still try to make the world, the people around me better even though I know their change is not my burden to bare.
Demons, these old relics that still poke the fire, don't threaten yet I still have the fight.
The temper that once roared as a young girl
has been replaced with sighs, with a shake of my head but still I feel the scars of their embers.
My heart still pounds and my face still flushes
though my hands don't fidget as violently.
And I think of my place in this world now
as a woman, as a mother, as a wife and a friend,
understanding that all of these rolls
have inspired the most beautiful inspiration.
And I remember the bright light I once was,
loving that red headed girl and her spirit.
And I welcome the feeling of warmth that comes when the rage of things past come around, when the fight wants to throw fists,
accepting that both are just as lovely
as my quiet nature now,
as lovely as my love for you and you and you.
My sighs, this soft sound of frustration,
are as powerful, are a reminder of how much life I have seen, of how much I have grown.
And this fire that quietly burns will always be the reason I am still standing, a lovely reminder.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.