May 25, 2011

I have been throwing myself to the wolves lately, and allowing them to gnaw on flesh that's already raw from beastly savages that I just can't shake.  Why must I continue to allow them to feast on my soul?  I suppose the highs and the lows are just as unforgiving as society is, so I will deal with it and prevail as I have always done.  These wolves you see travel in packs, and are quite unpredictable.  They seek out their prey when they seem to be at their weakest, not realizing there is still a fire burning inside and the desire to live outweighs their thirst for flesh and blood.  I am resilient, yes I do know.  I will no longer live in the past, nor allow it to dictate my life.  I am throwing it out to sea with anchors attached.  Let it be known that I have had my fill of sailing "The Good Ship Misery" I've thrown myself overboard, and am swimming to shore.  I'll be safe there I know I will.  I have felt the sand under my feet and the sunlight reflecting downward, warming my soul.  What more could this simple girl ask for?