tears and rain
There is none that can break past this exterior hard coated barrier I shield my heart with...
... this is what I try to make people believe… what I try to believe myself… that... i am a rock... i am an island...
truth...
the truth is... that... I have a distorted life… a life uncommon… a life of struggle... hardships... and a trail of tears…
... I am one in a million… literally... physically... statically…
truth...
She never had her "first time." ... an ex-friend stole that experience from her; raped at the age of 18... she lost a large part of herself... part of her heart... and part of her soul in those events of that terrible night... stolen alongside her innocence... was her dream of ever experiencing that first moment with someone special... someone she was saving herself for... an experience she has lived... cried... and grieved for over 21 years now... because of this… she really doesn’t know... how to trust... anyone.
despite it all... she does know how to forgive... how to move on... how to rise above such hardships... how to succeed... and most importantly how to not let it kill her completely... how to let the rain wash away the tears...
she is... certainly... one of the most loyal friends you will ever have... as a sibling... best friend... relative... and child... she would lay down her life for you... she will forever... truly... deeply... openly... affectionately... and completely... love you...
... because when all is said and done... i believe in love... and love wins.
– j. marshon
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