I am damaged goods.
I had parents, they made mistakes.
Some of those mistakes left doubts, misunderstandings, and the seeds for more mistakes.
I had a childhood, I ran, I played, I fell, I was cut, and bruised, I bled.
Those marks still show today.
I had friends, some not so good.
Trust was given and abused, a betrayal leaves a special kind of scar.
I had loves, some poorly chosen.
Hope and dreams founded in clouds have no foundation and crash to the ground.
I have lied, not always for good reason.
Selfishness, self-deceit, vanity, and pride; flaws that threaten to shatter the whole.
I had parents, their lives where a lesson shared.
I witnessed self-sacrifice and courage first hand.
I had a childhood, I ran, played, I leapt, I flew, I laughed and I sang with joy.
Those moments still make me smile today.
I had friends, some lost, and re-found.
Faith given by another, trust never questioned, creates a unique kind of bond.
I had loves, some chose me.
Taking the ruins of dreams and building in quiet companionship castles to the sky.
I have told the truth, even though it cost me.
Standing humbled, honest, meek; tempered by the fire.
I am damaged goods, but I am whole and strong in my imperfection.
