I’ve lived my entire life with a shield. Not just any shield. A shield that grows thicker each night with steel and has a burning hot firey touch to it. This shield hid my past. It disclosed the nights I’d cry into my pillow after a time that I discovered my true blood that never wanted me. Yes, I was broken from a young age. Yes, I have abandonment issues. Yes, I’ve lived the majority of my life feeling an injustice for what I didn’t deserve. 

It wasn’t until April 2019 that I woke up from a nightmare. An obsession that would dig its nails into my brain till it glides down on my skin into heart and cages my overflowing ocean of darkness. My nightmare has no longer affected my present now. Instead it is still been a burden. The only difference today is that I’ve been able to bury it deeper, deeper, deeper, and deeper into my sinful self that I can only be disappointed with. I shall now thank myself for being my own hero.