It’s been and end to an era. I’m finally coming to terms with it all.

I spent seven years chasing an image, a fantasy, one that I had fought for, for all too long. So much love was held in those years, but it was overshadowed by resentment, anger and fear. One cannot blame the other for the downfall that was bound to happen. You simply cannot hold into something that doesn’t exist. For years there has been unease, and negativity. There was neglect. There was heartbreak without the break. There was a rotting, churning pain that you could not ignore. Day in and day out, misery.

I loved, until I could love no more, with all my heart. There was a light inside me was dimming and I was becoming less of a person.
I ached for resolve. I wanted the innocence of it all, but it was mutilated and scarred, no matter how rose-colored my glasses may have been; I couldn’t deny it.

It’s time now for me to grow on my own, it’s a time for change. It’s time for me to better myself. I have been held back, feeling small and fragile, when in fact I am anything but. I will not let anyone, or anything stand in my way, ever again.

I am a force to be reckoned with.

I am the storm.