Whims of this Wild Woman

Maybe I have leapt further than is safe more than a few times. Perhaps I have misjudged people, and blindly trusted them, because of my unhealed trauma. I've allowed myself to believe in pretty lies and promises that would never bloom. 

That woman is no longer here. She's been gone for quite some time now. What's left, in her place, is a very hurt girl, waiting for true safety and healing. It's time for her to be a priority, finally. It shouldn't have taken 40 years, but it has, for one fucked up reason or another. But, it's truly her time to shine.