Journal entry by Janet Eliasson —
You're fault or their fault. What does it matter.
We could play the blame game.
But the only blame was the expectation.
The words were there, but the actions failed, miserably.
Even though you were who you said you were.
Even though you gave them the best of you
Basically all that you had left of you
It's shattered, broken pieces on the floor.
To pick up those pieces would only cut you more.
Endured that shame long enough
The blame is placed upon your name
In their eyes you simply were not enough
But they mislead you down a long winding road of deception and lies
They made you believe their disguise
Only a coward would do that
Hide away in a sea of lies to push you to the edge and watch you fall
But they don't know that you can walk on water
You're strength is limitless, if you just don't quit
The feeling of betrayal is bitter sweet
Because now you know
That's half of your battle already won
Better days are yet to come
Your perspective is where your power lies
Making your moves in secret
Taking back what is yours
You'll redeem yourself in due time
Let me give honor to my struggle it makes me bolder that way
It make me know that living is worth this heartache
Because it won't last forever
Pain is gain because it keeps you resilient
It wakes you up in moments of despair
But most importantly it keeps your humble
You know what rock bottom is
But yet your gather all those broken rocks
Build your foundation, build your structure
You build with all your broken pieces
Until you are whole once again.
-Eli
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