Not all roads lead to joy............

If you were to ask anyone that truly knows me, they will tell you writing is my first love. Reading comes in a close second, and yeah cooking closes in the gap. I was going through a collection of my thoughts and I wanted to share some of my writings. The purpose of this blog is to share my journey and my testimony. Many people can tell you how they got to where they are, but if they don't tell you the struggle they made to reach that point, then you  only got a piece of the story.


To Whom It May Concern..................

To Whom it May Concern,

I have sat around for years,afraid to say anything in fear that you would do or say something to hurt me. In reality you have hurt me all my life. You act as though I did not matter when I should have.You over looked me when I needed you the most.You knew I was being mistreated,yet you sat and watched silently and never mumbled a word. For years I grew up thinking that I could make you proud of me and that you would grow to love me,but you never came around. Instead of uplifting me,you degraded me and made me feel like nothing.I only matter to you when you want or need something.If I have nothing,you need nothing. It used to bother me when the holidays came and I didn't hear from you,or when you felt the need to brag about what you did for someone else's kids,but omitted your own flesh and blood. I have conquered many ups and downs,been dealt a crummy hand in the process,yet I still rise above it all.People were placed in my life for unknown reasons,yet they have been blessings in disguise.I can really say I know how love feels,I understand what a real family is,and when I have completed this circle of life,please do not attach your name to mine,I was not good enough to be one of you while I am here, so don't ride my coat tales to the next life. That little girl or boy you talk about,may be the same little girl or boy that is the next best thing!!
You never know who your mistreating so make a habit of being fair to everyone.

Sincerely,
The one you turned your back on.