Ink Stained Soul…

The quote “I’m not who I was before because she did not survive, I am who came after.”

I understand this down to every depth of those wounds, intimately. I also don’t believe that is entirely true.

Dissecting the darkest parts of myself, I still see her – the girl that has loved the moon, stars, sky for as far back as my memories can carry me. The one that loved nothing more than to be near the water, talking to animals, with toes in the sand and dirt, watching clouds. Grounded in myself. The beauty around me is bright still, and it’s emerging again. I don’t believe it’s truly gone because I found her in there. The part of me that died was the part that trusted people to have my heart. The idea that every soul and every life could remain untouched by evil was what was shattered. I lost trust in humanity, and now I see darkness lurking in every corner.