life

The fight.

We all talk about baggage, what we can carry on our own and what we need help with.  Everyday I fight to keep my baggage from slowing down my journey, or even worse stopping it.

We can all say we’re strong, and believe it. But actually being strong, it’s a fight.  Staying vulnerable is brave.

My insecurities are eating me from the inside out. I’m terrified he can see it, and will begin to wonder why he wants someone who can’t even believe in her own value.  And it will weight both of us down.

My baggage is my own battle.

I do not need anyone to fight for me, I am strong.  But I want him to hold my hand through my struggles. 

Right now… 

I need to sit by the sea,

And let the waves heal me. 

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