Life's Bullets

A story of self discovery and inner strength

I don't need anyone.

I've learned not to.

I've been taught by life's cruel lessons

   that needing someone, 

  anyone

         keeps you in the firing line.

The only way to survive life's bullets

  is to patch up those wounds yourself,

to fight through that pain

to walk proudly and powerfully into the path of every bullet

and take the hit

Knowing that you,

and you alone,

will heal yourself

almost perfectly.

But, my god, do i want someone who knows

that i do not need them.

Someone who is not intimidated by the knowledge

that there is nothing they could give me,

that i cannot give to myself.

someone who is very aware that they do not complete me,

but only add to the complexity and strength of my character.

I am so tired.

I would love to walk toward those bullets,

safe in the knowledge that someone else will take a couple for me.

Not because they doubt my ability to take the hit.

Not because they doubt my strength to get back up.

But because they admire my healing hands and want to feel them at work.

To be strong in my vulnerability.

To be powerful in my fragility.

To be safe in the knowledge that i am perfectly me without them,

but want absolutely nothing else

but them.

Reviews

[Joey Nizz]

This was a very good read, a strong/powerful story yet gentle and soft.

Thanks for sharing.

[SamSim27]

Thank you so much for reading.

[Joey Nizz]

Your welcome :)

[BBP]

This was awesome! I loved the hard soul with a soft spot that wants love it doesn't need it.

Strong and soft all at once. Nice f*****g write!!!!!!! 👊🏼

[SamSim27]

Thank you so much!
This was the easiest piece I've ever written, but one of the hardest to read back.
I wanted to get the balance of strength and vulnerability right - your comment makes me feel as though I have.
Thanks :)