It Wasn't My Burden To Carry

  • For years I felt like I was responsible

    Like somehow I was to blame

    Did I come at the wrong time, the wrong place, did I have the wrong name?

     

    Then as I grew older I realized the problem wasn't truly mine

    It wasn't me who had the issues

    Why else would someone hurt a child, call her names, make her cry?

     

    It was at the moment when I was able to accept

    I was who I was no matter what

    How could I be anything less than beautiful, accepted and whole?

     

    So I embraced my entire being with all that I could

    It wasn't my burden to carry afterall

    Why should I let it stop me, block me, or weigh me down?

     

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    Source 

    This post was originally written as part of the TheBlogDare writing prompt with BloggyMoms...

     

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