A Piece The World Doesn't See

There is a war raging inside of us every day. And the warring stems from and consumes every fiber of our heart and mind. There is always a piece of us the rest of the world doesn't see. There is always a piece of me.

Fighting.

Left behind.

Begging for help.

Two parts. The brave, honorable, fearless woman. And the scared, shaking, fearful child. They claw each other. And they hiss and scream. They want to rip each other apart and reassemble into something stronger and better. Because though we can never change, we can always be better then we were the day before. Though we can never go back, we can always move forward. Though we can never rectify our decisions and losses we can avoid grief and conquer our fears. But what about that part of us that is still pissed off? What about that part that is scared every single day? What about the part of us that we want to crush and defy? What about the part of us that refuses to. Or the part that simply can't.

Yes, there is a war. Both of those sides are incredible, terrifying, and powerful beyond all logic. One part hates the other part loves. One part trembles and the other part is steady. One part cries and the other part laughs at the thought of tears. And only one part wins out each day. 

There are so many different masks. And that's what makes me who I am as a being. That is what makes me an original. There is no one else like me. There never will be anyone else like me. Or you. Or any of us as individuals.

So, here's to the dreamer in us.
And the doer.
The scared.
The brave.
The kickass.
The peace pusher.
Here's to the war hero.
And to the misfit.
To the classy.
And the dark.
To the sound mind.
And to the clouded thoughts.
To the underestimated.
And the weak.
To the liar.
The trusting.
And to the strong.

We all rise as one.