Im going home
Downhearted and hoping
Im close to some new beginning
I know
Theres a reason for everything
That comes and goes
But so many people are looking to me
To be strong and to fight
But Im just surviving
I may be weak but Im never defeated
And Ill keep believing
In clouds with that sweet silver lining
Most days
I try my best to put on a brave face
But inside
My bones are cold and my heart breaks
But all the while
Somethings keeping me safe
And alive
I wont give up like this
I will be given strength
And now that Ive found it
Nothing can take that away
You looked me in the eye a little over 2 years ago and asked me; “Do you look at me and think; You are 20 something years old and you still haven’t got your shit together? Get your shit together? Do you think I’m a mess?”
I looked you right back in the eye and told you I didn’t.. I meant it. I saw a woman who was making her own way through life, and its obstacles. A woman who deserved her own happiness despite what anyone else thought.
I sit here 2 years later and I realize the importance of what you asked me. You were asking me if by 20 something years old you were supposed to have the world figured out perfectly. I know the answer now. And the answer is no.
I looked up to you then. I look up to you now. If the truth be known.. I always have, and always look up to you. I have watched you fight in the face of adversity for the life you want to lead, and the life you want for your babies.
If we sat on your back door step, and you once again asked me the same question, I have an answer for you.. The truth is, it’s the exact same answer.. I see a strong woman, making her own way through life, through its trials and its obstacle. A woman who is making an amazing world for her babies. A woman who deserves all the happiness this world can bring. A woman that deserves to be loved, for exactly who she is..
I find myself in the same place you were in then, and if the truth be known probably play in the back of your mind frequently. I find myself wondering why I don’t have this world figured out. Why I can’t get my shit straight, and find myself wondering if I have failed in this world. I think back to this moment, and realize how important of a question it was and is.. It gives me comfort in knowing, I’m not the only one in this world, struggling to find my own..
Our stories though completely individual, have very similar threads running through them..
2 years on.. So much in between.. But the one thing that was most prominent back then, remains so strong..
You are my best friend.. You know too much..
You are a hero to me.. In life, in love.. In facing the world with strength although underneath that may not always be the truth in your heart..
Love you Paki xxxxxxxx