Some Days

Thristina Woodhams

Some days I feel sad, beaten, and bruised from what others say and do in my direction. My heart hangs heavy for a bit and I might even cry! I do this alone in silence so that my son isn’t affected by a weakened mother. I always want him to see me as a fierce force. I always want him to feel like harm could never touch him. Of course like all good mothers I caution him against things I’ve learned from my experiences and things that my parents taught me to be cautious against. But like all human beings, some days just get to me. I don’t like to sit my value upon other people’s views or thoughts of me. I know inside that I am strong and beautiful but some days my ears can’t block my heart from hearing the sounds of destruction. Created by miserable people that refuse to see the beauty in anything. I will not run and hide I will not let them win I will not let my son see the hurt and I will not partake in the abuse of others. Because As we all know we are all responsible for our actions and our actions define our character. The actions of others towards you though, speak only of their character. So even though some days I feel broken and bruised from what others say and do in my direction. That is only a feeling, for I am not truly broken or bruised. I am the reflection of myself in my son’s eyes and for him, I will always be strong and beautiful.