It's Time

I've realized that waiting out a losing battle is pointless and I need to take back my life - so to speak. You can't fight for someone who has chosen to completely erase you from their existence because while you're fighting, they are busy living and building their life. I think this track speaks volumes. It speaks me. I don't hate you. But I understand the logic behind the choice.


With the return of #BeingMaryJane came the return of a burgeoning soundtrack. Could my life resemble that of an addictive heroine who thought she had it all figured out?! Crazy right!?! I see myself in her. And I see David in you. But, as good as they were, they were just not good enough to be together. Timing. We just never found the perfect time to be.


I am letting sleeping dogs ... sleep. It is time. I may sometimes wake up and think of you; or re-read old messages which I should have deleted long ago; or glance at that stupid picture with you and I grinning at our fake jack-pot in Vegas... but, instead of feeling sorry for myself, I will smile and remember the moments that followed and the truth that cut through my heart. I will remember, because you made me a better person. You made me realize the fallacies of man, and the strength of a broken woman. A wounded spirit. The strength to pick up the pieces and move on, because I am precious. I am rare. And I am beautifully flawed. Imperfect, yet perfect. I am me.

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  1. AnonymousMay 17, 2015 at 9:21 PM

    Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow.

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  2. ShaRMay 20, 2015 at 5:07 PM

    It's definitely in our weakest moments that the courage to face the truths shows us what we are capable of. It doesn't boast, nor does it announce its presence. It's through the weakness that one finds the inner strength to move on - one day at a time. One acknowledges the hurt, but one does not let that hurt engulf them completely. One just has to know that they have the power to reset when the time comes and begin to live again in the best way possible. That's courage.

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