Never to be broken again...

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Ever felt broken? Lost? Defeated?
I have. Many times. But I have also overcome those feelings. Many times. It really does not take an army of people to help you recover from past hurt or pick you up when you are down. Sometimes, all it takes is you. All it takes is a reminder that we have a fighting spirit within us.

One day, I felt so defeated, I put pen to paper and started writing down what I felt. That seemed to be my release. Words. So, this is what I wrote:

I sit on the floor, naked and bruised to the bone
In my solitude, it is only I who can see the scars
They appear as fresh, open wounds, oozing raw flesh and warm blood
Scars that tell a story that goes on for days
Scars that speak of pain and sadness
Scars that only I can see
In my solitude, I am naked and bruised to the bone
I am weak and weary, but too weary to shut my eyes
For fear of not being able to open them again
It is not in my nature to be weak
But everyone has their breaking point
So, I continue to sit in solitude, naked and bruised to the bone
Hoping some life line will come my way
Hoping someone will fight this battle for me.
But then I realize it is only I who can fight
Fight for my sanity
Fight for my soul
Fight for my heart
Fight for my life
And as I slowly rise from the floor, I am no longer ashamed
I am comfortable in my own skin
I embrace my nudity and my scars begin to heal
Slowly, each gaping wound is closed
Each blood stain clears up
Mistakes overturned
Lessons have been learned
Because others will disappoint you
But be sure not to disappoint yourself
Be sure not to break your own spirit
Be sure not torture your soul
In my solitude, there I stand
Comfortable in my own skin
I was once bruised, but now I am healed
I have returned, never to be broken again!

In my solitude, I had an awakening. People will try to be there for you, but they can never truly understand your battles. They may have experienced similar ones, or even the same ones, but their reaction was different to yours. It is in those times of quiet reflection, when the battle takes place inwardly, that we need to realize that we can be our own worst enemy. But we can also be our own saviour. We need to save ourselves in the times others are not able to. For our sanity. For our souls. For our lives. We need to save ourselves sometimes. We need to take care of our wounds.

Today, I was inspired by the fighting spirit we all have within us. That spirit that never gives up, even when we are broken and bruised to the bone. We all have it within us. We just need to be reminded of it every now and then.

We have all returned at some stage. Stronger. Better. Never to be broken again.

Take care...

Miss Stone

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