“I’m tired of rough.
I’m tired of tough,”
She whispered.
“I just want to sink into your skin.
To forget where I begin.
I just want to feel
Beautiful.”
*originally published March 2015 @choleintodiamonds*
“I’m tired of rough.
I’m tired of tough,”
She whispered.
“I just want to sink into your skin.
To forget where I begin.
I just want to feel
Beautiful.”
*originally published March 2015 @choleintodiamonds*
She was told by several someones
Over the years
To toughen up.
(She was a terribly shy girl prone to tears)
But you see
What these people did not know;
She had been toughened up.
She had been beaten up.
Physically bruised,
Emotionally submerged in confusion.
Touched where she should not have been touched
She had almost been destroyed.
Bloody noses,
Pulled hair ,
Black and blue.
She had been toughened up
In ways that people could not see in the now
And somehow through all of this
Emerged an invisible strength.
Her tears were not always of sorrow,
They were of terror.
She is thankful to have had magic souls
And
Angels
Teach her how to turn
All of the turmoil of the past
Into
Joy and gratefullness.
It’s not like i can’t take being tough.
Or someone being rough.
It’s not like I am so fragile I will break.
It’s just I am getting tired of holding things at arms length.
My senses have grown fatigued
Waiting for a battle that might just be the end of me.
My defenses have laid to rest
From lack of will I guess.
I think I am ready to rest a while.
I would love to wallow in love.
It is all I have been thinking of.
Breathing,
While my heart is beating.
All the while I am healing
Wrapped in a cocoon shielded from the storm
That rages within and without.
Myself invisible to those who come around
With malice in their hearts.
And when I am ready to emerge,
The pain and sadness purged,
Nothing will be able to penetrate
What my soul light
Was able to
Create.
“I’m tired of rough.
I’m tired of tough,”
She whispered.
“I want to sink into your skin.
To forget where I begin.
I just want to feel
Beautiful.”