|(via Belinda @ Pintrest)|
nothing worth mentioning
but i'm scared.
i feel like i've said this before.
i'm scared of all this newness that is me. i'm scared of this rebirth that is being thrust against me
you have so much talent. you're wasting it here. why don't you follow your friends to university?
the three years worth of familial well-meaning words cut like the lies mixed with truth that they are...
because really i'm not wasting anything.
why don't i go? i'm not called.
but i have wasted nothing.
this is rebirth, i would say. and it's painful.
and oh, how afraid i am
that this might all be loss. all be shame. having to turn and face them all again saying
i was wrong. He was wrong.
what solace to know that this will never happen.
He is not wrong.
He is never wrong.
if His voice speaks wait a while
then wait i must.
this is writing. this is pouring out my soul like ink upon faded parchment pages.
this is nothing i regret.
this is not waste.
this is wait.
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