Feel.

Feelings.

I feel shackled.

 Lost in the mix...

The sadness. The darkness. The failures.

I used to reject it...

Forget about it.

Push it down deep.

Joy... It never stops flowing.

Out of me. Out of my soul. My inner-most being.

I don’t want to stop.

I want to be who I am.

Who I was born to be. Made to be.

I love loving.

Every aspect of every part of me is founded by love.

I love...

Not because I was first loved.

But because I wasn’t.

Hate tore away at me.

And tried...

To steal from me. The thieves were left. With nothing but the darkness.

It consumed them... and I stood strong.