Exhausted

I am tired of being ignored.  I am tired of getting the silent treatment.  I am tired of hearing “I’m fine.”  Fine.  I am tired of head games, walls and tension.  I am tired of pretending.  I am tired of the blame.  I’m tired of the resentment.  I am tired of being unhappy….

Brave

I don't know how you've made it this far baby girl.  Everybody's bowed down to the mighty tyrant and I know it makes you feel powerless, a victim of fate, a pawn, stuck in the middle of king and the queen.  I know it feels like a cage that you live in but someday the light is going to shine so brightly in that you'll be blinded. 


I pray that you find the strength in spirit and know that no matter where you are, no matter where you may roam there is always a room for you in our home.  I know that you feel stuck, torn, with conflicting loyalties and maybe running is the only escape you have in finding the freedom that your soul seeks.


Freedom from oppression, tyrannical judgment and unreal expectations.  Free from therapy, pills and everyday bullshit.  One life to live and live it you do,  on your own terms.  People underestimate you, your capabilities and intelligence.  I hope you sing until your heart soars high above the clouds like an angel.  I hope you cast vastly your dreams into the endless night where they'll ferment amongst the stars.  You will always have a home in my heart.  I miss you and love you to the moon and back. 


Make good choices and know that you are loved no matter where you may be.  Be brave and come home.