Why did i dare??

Why did i dare to dream?

Was it childish , was it the young hope of a stupid heart?

Was it the hunger for a love that never came or the needing a family that was never there?

How dare I? An 8 year old child promised with my heart in my hand that one day I would get home, that one day everything would be worth it.

How dare did I imagine a world without violence and pain?

Why did i do that to myself? The belief that there would be something bigger, better for me?

I often wonder how? I Mean out of so many people, how were my dreams so big that they saved me.

I used to tell myself the story of the older me coming to rescue me, coming to hug me when i was crying in a corner, coming to take me home to Canada.

Blue skies and red leaves proceeded to pass by me, the magic of a land ruled by nature, the magical place where people actually cared about each other.

I promised that to myself, like a politician i had a big mouth, me and my story, my story of resilience, of will, me and myself being my own hero.

I dared cause i was ready to do anything to save myself, I dared cause I loved myself and I was just not willing to believe that my childhood was the life I deserved.

I dared cause i could.

I WAS FUCKING WILD TO DARE

I am still fucking wild