Clipped.

I stumbled on a movie tonight that was realistically crazy but made unrealistic sense. Netflix has taken liking to my interest in mental health related movies & always eagerly shows this.

This story was of a girl who followed a man out of the ward. He was conniving & she had been overly sheltered. 

Somehow despite he's initial twisted motives & her inexperience with life they fell in love. He loved the girl that everyone thought was crazy & because he did he heard the truth & that this girl wasn't crazy at all & in turn she brought out the goodness in his heart.

Not really sure where I'm going with this, perhaps I'm much like this girl, isolated but desperately wanting acceptance. Not from all but just from one. One who can & will protect my fragile soul. 

I'm an intelligent creative spirit with a delicate mind and tender heart.

The second coming of emotions is both rewarding and damaging. Though my mind is open to all that surrounds me my emotions are now bleeding from a new wound that won't heal. This healing will only come when the hole with which it bleeds is concealed & the scars are lovingly accepted.

 I am accepted.

Is it so much to ask of this world for a protector, a guider, a lover & a friend? Is it too much to ask for someone like myself?

A bird with clipped wings can steal your breathe but in all it's beauty it still can not fly.