They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
I was driving my daughter to work this morning, and realized that our past, not a beautiful one, has left a tear in my heart. A reminder that no matter how much I try to forget about it, little things pop up now and then that brings it front and center. We have been to hell and back, so goes the saying. However, we are survivors.
We are survivors in a cruel world where innocence is taken away, one day at a time. I remember being young, filled with hope, and very, very naive. I grew up in a home with a father so wonderful, I thought everyone was the same.
The reality hit me, literally, in the face. I became the punching bag, the rage taker, the abuse victim. I remember thinking that I would not live to see another day. Yet, here I am.
The experiences I suffered have left a tear in my heart, in my soul, and my mind. It is but a gentle reminder that I have come a long way. That no matter how dark it is, there is a bit of light as the road continues. That when all is silence, a beautiful melody will surface. When my voice feels silent, my words will take over and express how I feel. That when I write how I feel, someone will read and relate.
All in all, it is that tear that has inspired me to go forward, continue reaching for the sky, and let my voice be heard. Not for me, but for the world. Maybe, someone needed to hear it today