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

 

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