“Justice, like lightning, should ever appear, to some men hope, and to other men fear.” My father taught me that poem when I was just a little girl. I didn’t fully understand the poem until I grew to know the truth about my family… and myself. The signs were always there, but this is how the journey began.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.