Who knows what tomorrow brings in a world you and I shared.
Each time I open my eyes and see the light, I am so thankful to be alive to be here with the living. A place where I feel safe. Each breathe I took to fill my lungs are precious air. It makes me alive, makes me want to shout for joy and make beautiful things.
As she got up she felt some aches and pains inside of her. She wonder what happened? As she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror She saw a different person. She saw something different. She saw a person tormented and broken. Like someone ripped her heart off her chest and just left her there to die.
She didn’t see herself. She saw somebody else. Then she asked herself, “Is that really me inside?” Whatever happened to me?
As you can see sometimes it doesn’t matter how our appearance from the outside look. What count is the inside. How do you feel from within? Are you happy? or hiding a monster?
How broken are you from the inside?