I am not defined by the way you try to hammer me into shape.
My life is worth far more than you will ever understand, so please understand this. However much you try to bludgeon me with your interpretation of how my life is going, of how good I am, my worth, my self, I have something to tell you.
I haven’t given you permission to do so; in no way shape or form have I given you any authority over who I am. You can’t press gang me into your mould. I do not belong to you. I belong to another.
With your subtle words that seem quite harmless, you indicate that I am cannot be who I am.
Give it your best shot, cos I ain’t going no where.
This time it’s serious.
I am not a pre-owned toy that you can bite on when it takes your fancy. You can’t keep picking me up and flinging me around.
I’m pre-loved. I am loved before the dawn of time. I am loved with a supernatural, never ending, eternal, three stranded cord love.
I am reminded that I need to stand up, stand tall, hold my head high. I know you’ll keep trying with your lying to impart words that are empty, seemingly nonchalant but in reality packed full of deception.
You know what, I don’t know what’s going to happen. But one thing I am sure of is this. More than one thing, to be precise. In fact, you’ll lose count when you seem them. A torrent, a fast flowing river of delight and fruitfulness that will blow your socks off. Blessing upon blessing pouring into my life, declaring me to be a force to be reckoned with.
Hermia took it as a slight, but I take it in pride “And though she be but little, she is fierce”
Watch me roar.