Yes, That Was About Me. Let's Clear the Air.

 I am sure that a good majority of those who know me (or being that I am from a small community, word had traveled intravenously through the grapevine) are aware that I had recently fallen victim to the perils of worldly judgment and been trapped by the pitfalls of universal  madness. I'm a broken soul - cracked, torn and ripped apart - with jagged edges as if I were a puzzle left with missing pieces - of which none belong together.
Someone recently, beyond comprehension, looked at me - just stared into my eyes for a moment, and told me that I light up a room just with my presence. They said my smile was kind and beautiful, and there was an aura about me that was incredibly powerful. I ask myself why - why is it that I don't see this person - I don't see this "light," this "power," this "presence?" What is this beautiful person of whom they speak?

I could be a powerful individual - an influence, an inspiration. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, and listening to the bullshit, cliche compliments being strewn about in a manner so forced and meaningless.
It's times when a perfect stranger realizes that there's something more to me than just a shell of a human being - someone who knows absolutely nothing about me, and has the audacity to come forth just to tell me, "you light up a room." It's poignant, uplifting, moving.

I AM a work in progress. Though made of broken, shattered shards of glass - I have the capability to be repaired a single piece at a time -and as a wise man once said, "live life one day at a time." That shall be my aphorism until I am once again whole, complete and able to love the person that I am and will become.