Help me complete what I must in order to move forward. Help me see why I am here and let my writing be as raw as it once was. Help me tell the stories that my ego doesn’t want to be shared. Let my experiences be a way for others to not feel alone. So many times I’ve anxiously read pages and pages just waiting for someone to say, “yes, me too. Yes I too know what it’s like to be face down on the floor wondering how to get up.” Let the getting up be what is seen not the falling. Help me show that love lives in places where it seems as if there is no light.


 

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