Shoving it down is like creating a sink hole that will swallow all reason to exist. We have to evaluate why we feel, make certain choices and how we are affected. I let people break me. I let them affect how I felt about myself. I watched as they stole every piece of me and told them how to hurt me more. I didn’t love me for most my life. I didn’t think I deserved more so I never granted myself more. No matter where I tried to hide or what change I made; it never faltered to find me. All day long I can crave revenge but the reality is I’m only hurting myself more.I made the choice to allow it and now I know I have the ability to stop it. It’s not easy. It doesn’t happen all at once. But piece by piece I am coming together inside again. There is nothing we can do to change how another behaves but we can change how we participate.
B1humanBeing
I am just another human that has experienced multiple traumas, each causing their own individual set backs and behaviors that I share here in dissection and acceptance, with special attention to the horse sized pills life insists must exist. All poetry is copyrighted and written by me. If otherwise, it will be noted. From time to time I know I will not resist the temptation to speak my mind on various offensive subjects thought it is not my goal to cause issue. In all actuality I seek an understanding of the human experience as well as making the attempt to learn how to communicate effectively about the things that affect myself and the world around me especially in cases of great difficulty and unrest.
My Life Cubed 
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