once I pushed my face
through a glass (of course)
slowly, at first,
It pushed back
and when my nose cracked
but put my cheeks through
till it cracked
and sliced my lips,
and I wouldn't stop coming
even as red drop stained my porcelain teeth.
I spent the time inventing
a new meaning for pain
with new letters (of course).
and when I peered through the other side
I had fainted on my knees.
disfigured (of course)
with a new face for life;
but I smiled smugly
because I had struggled
and I had won.
Life has beaten me to a pulp, then picked me up and beaten me again. I am a woman scorned, scarred, weak, and vulnerable.
My whole world got turned upside down this year. I'm trying to rewrite this thing called a profile, but I haven't figured it out yet. So the woman of many words is currently quite silent. How do I do this?
I should really, really write that book.
I did finally get around to looking up the Meyers Briggs test.
I am ISFJ - The Defender. Ok, then.
Also, why is everybody a taco now?
I keep putting one foot in front of the other while I marvel at where life takes me. I work, eat, sleep, work harder, and generally try to give my girls the best life I can make for them.
life has a way of working in patterns. Although I always seem to see the timing in retrospect, everyone and everything has its place and its reason. At least I need to believe so.