Finding my passion

Here I am another late night, not in bed. But this time I have a kitten at my feet and one next to me on the couch. I am blessed with furry love. 

I have an amazing live. I can see that fact. I am loved, cherished, cared for and about. I am have friend that are like family and family that are my friends. I live with the two most amazing people in the world (imo). 

Hate

I am angry with myself.
It's more of a habit.

Image by Jim Blob Blann

Why not just blame yourself?
It seams like the thing to do.

Hurting yourself is easy,
When there is no one to stop
Those awful things you say
To yourself.

I remind myself that I am loved;
That must mean that I am worth loving,
                                                        Right?
There is something that nags at my soul.

Hating others is frowned upon, but
Hating yourself is the thing to do.
Everyone says they wish they were
Something else, someone else.

I look in the mirror and wish
That I could see me, instead of
Seeing myself through the eyes of
Others - Others that hate.

Hating others is frowned upon, but
Hating differences is the thing to do.
I am different, can you love me?
I blame myself for not being the same.

Warrior

Heart
  aches

Breathing deep
   shallow

Wondering where it all began
  when will it end

Photo by Raw Light Photography

Shoot
  aim
 
My target misses a beat
  my heart

Stand tall
  proud

Who am I
  warrior

Delicate
  empath

I hear your soul
  see the color

Blocked
  broken

Nothing is beyond fixing
   warrior

Proud
  honest
Heart