I thought I was built for this.
I thought I had a deep rooted “when all else fails” mentality of what to do and who to become that was full grown and encompassed.
I thought I could shed the light, onto myself and others.
I thought I was made for this. To be a fighter, and a lover. To quietly misbehave and do what I feel is right.
I thought I was stronger than this.
But I’m not.
I’m soft in every cell, delicately waiting.