Ink Stained Soul…

All the kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t put me back together…
But I could.
I started over with nothing but myself and my kids. I hadn’t worked in a decade but built by getting an education while raising disabled children. While being their voice, caretaker, cook, and complete support system. I
Got myself out of abuse.
I watched people I chose walk away from me over and over.
Bleeding on the ground with a broken heart.
I sat in it.
Felt it,
Honored it.
Turned my pain into art.
Created places for all my love to go.
Built something others can use to find their selves in their grief.
I became the lover of my own life.
Piece by piece, I reassembled.
I found the light in my darkness.
I kept my heart soft and open.
I learned how much love was capable of being enough.
I didn’t need to be chosen because every single act I put into myself was a choice. I had chosen to love myself.