Stuck in Healing
I feel as if I’ve been stuck because I haven’t expressed myself. Because I haven’t shared my heart; my thoughts; my anger; my hurt; my disappointment; my growth. My Closure. I feel as if I haven’t been able to create because my heart has been on ice. I have never in my life said it and I am horrified that I am actually saying it now for the first time and hopefully the last, but I became THAT black woman. That black woman who is bitter; angry; mad at every man in the world over the bullshit of one man. I became that woman who turns a cold heart on everyone, because she’s been hurt over love…infatuation…passion…friendship… I became disheartened with people; with their words because so many say so much and mean so little of it. I became that woman who doesn’t trust; because the one person she thought she could trust through any and everything showed her that words from some lips sound beautiful to the ear but are pointless when it really counts because they don’t mean i...
