Strength in Words..

No matter where I go I hear the word strong a lot, but I am not strong just stubborn. My life has had more downs than ups, but I cannot give in. I keep saying I’ve kissed the devil on the nose more than once and I am still here. You can either love me or hate me. Personally I love me and I love my life to much to give in.

I am a butterfly delicate and colourful. Not at all indifferent to my surroundings. I absorb the bad with the good and cry like everyone else. I have my irritations and frustrations even fear, but I am not strong. I am just a damn good actress who uses words wisely. If you look at a butterfly and it’s cycle it is like the steps we take on our personal journeys. First you’re a caterpillar nibbling you’re way through life. You are selfishly preoccupied with taking care of your own physical needs. Then you’re a chrysalis or cocoon. This is a period when all the normality that you once new becomes encased. The illness imprisons you with fear and anger. You find solace in sleeping your days away because you cannot bare the pain. Before you know it you become a butterfly a symbol of strength. You’re anger and tears are now questions that need answering. You now realise the path you follow although hard becomes a mission to defy the odds. Happy Easter xx