“ I’m Still Whispering To Myself ”

Today’s daily writing is brought to the forefront by the below meme Written By – Rachel – Bruised But Not Broken –

Reference – https://www.facebook.com/bruisedbutnotbrokensoulwork/

I’m still whispering to myself, Talking my way through the horror. “You’re not a little girl anymore you can do this.” And as I do, I question how many other little girls Are still clawing their way back up From the battlefield within And I make the conscious decision to raise my voice “You’re Not A Little Girl Anymore, You Can Do This.”


By now and through the reading of my daily writings you can see that not only save/collect but also use meme’s or quoted poems, sayings or blog phrases that other authors have written.

Why do I use the writings of others in my daily writings you ask? The answer is quite simple… I use the writings of others to convey in a shortened pose the meaning/message of my daily writings… sometimes the memes that come across my computers screen say the very thing that I want to say or am feeling at any given moment in a meaningful and condensed way… you see my writings are often long-winded and full of explanation… explanations that are not giving my readers or myself a long-winded blah blah blah conversation that leads them into a long-winded reason for my writings, my thoughts, my deepest minded feelings… the long-windedness of my writings is for my benefit… I like to write in length for I feel that someday when I find myself back at my writing on a page that I will be able to see a visual of myself through the words that have been given a descriptive voice on the days when my writings were written… I have indeed tried to write in short… but I find that I am not as in touch with the daily accounts and feelings that I was feeling on the actual day of my dated writings.

My daily writings are for me a written chronicle of my life and its many stories… the chronicled stories of my yesterday’s past my today’s accounts and my tomorrow’s dreams… my writings are for my future’s years… the days that I will look back on the journey that has mouldered me into the me I am…


What I want to see in my future self are the tears that I will cry when I re-read the journey that has given me the life that I have lived… I can’t wait to relive the moments and the memories that may or may not have escaped the vault of my mind… but more than than anything I cannot wait to see the growth of that little 8-year-old inner child “who I have named Karen” looking back at me through the open doors that my chronicled story es have open and given her life from… I want that little girl to remember how far we have come through the hurting and the pain that we once endured only you become the survivors of the hand that we have been delt…

I cant wait to see her growth that very growth that will never see her grow older than the 8 years that she is today… and I can’t wait for her to tell me that no matter how old I get and how aged my outta appearance gets that she too see’s me as that 8-year-old holding onto her as the years passed us by.

What was once our line of worded survival “You’re not a little girl anymore you can do this” will someday be the memorial to that little girl that once was us; that same little girl who clawed her way back up from the battlefield that loomed in us for those many many years in our earliest of yrars, that same battlefield that gave us the winning front line that saw us become victorious to our demons and the darkness of our inner introverted self that we preferred to live within, but what I want more than anything in days when I re-read this chronicle of daily writings is pride and gall that I had for that very day when my voice roared into a powerful allie and gave me the gift and conscience decision to say that my life was worthy of finding a greater existence both in snd outside of the walls that I built for myself thise many years ago in and around my 8th year of life… that very day when I raised my voice and screamed “You’re Not A Little Girl Anymore, You Can Do This.” What I was saying way than was… I could tell my story and empower myself with the power of no! and self-survival… no to inner hurt that I felt so deep, no to the pain that engulfed me and my mind & no to staying stuck in a world that had me being my only real friend, my own self’s one and only understanding of the true me that was hidden deep within …

Someday I will remember that little girl that will always be yesterday’s part of me… I will not have to say anything for all that had to of been said would have been chronicled in my daily journey and daily writings and on this day I will reword & chant the following…

You’re so hard on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that wisened you, at the softening that strengthened you. Despite everything, you still grow. Be proud of this.

Original Wording Reference – https://pin.it/ehcvajrill4sml Author. Zandra Brown

Reworded this written verse will say…

We have always been hard on yourself… All us… me, you, I and our inner critic Hard for sure, but not that hard that your heart was made of stone. You grew a voice and became our backbone & through it all, you never wished away Any part of your yesterday’s shadows Instead with nurturing arms Your took us all into your heart… You reinvented yourself And became who it is that lives and breathes Our endless words and endless dreams. Here we are in sitting in reflection; Marvelling at the life that is all of us in one, Looking fondly at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that wisened you, at the softening that strengthened you. But more importantly, we are looking fondly at The hell of a journey That delivered us much inner love and peace. Despite everything; the all that we have been through… We have grown into proving That inner strength lives in all of us. Yes, we grew And we made our path flourish… A journey of inner growth, perseverance And shear courage that kept us fired up But unscathed by the burn of our life’s paths building.

Written By Tanya Kelly July 7th, 2019


In conclusion of today’s daily writings, I will be sharing the following meme or written verse titled “The Ocean You By Author. Nikita Gill”

The Ocean You

Every time you think you are broken, Know this; you are never really breaking. No one can break an ocean, Darling, all that you are doing, Is breaking the glass that is holding you back, Diving deeper into your own depths, Discovering yourself in pockets Of the most somber waves, Rebuilding your heart with coral, With seaweed, with moon coloured sand dust. Do stop trying to hold yourself back inside that glass, It was never meant to hold you. Instead, break it, shatter it into a thousand pieces… And become who you were always meant to be, An ocean, proud and whole.

Through the words of Nikita Gill I have had an ahh ha… yes yes that exactly what I am saying about me, we and us in the journey of our life…

My thousands of pieces kept me held back from the inner growth that was life’s blueprint… the journey that should never have been changed or altered by another… but sadly it was… instead of being the ocean that grew in it tides and became sombered waves in my personal growth I was the very glass that held myself back from the world that was beckoning me to live within its atmosphere and natured roads… the glass couldn’t hold me when I became hurt and lost… and strangely enough I know that if it wasn’t for my heartache my protective glass would have broken anyway… I became my own self’s warrior and built up the survivor within me to not only stand up with my own backbone intact… but also as the nurturing arms for others being melted down… those who are lost and screaming out for a hand to hold.

The concreted heart became delicate coral and a nurturing home, full of strength and proof that inner forgiveness builds growth and strength. Seaweed and moon coloured sand dust not only became the footings to my new proud and whole me… they have also grown in their qualities and empowerment’s and lent a hand to many.

The glass of me that once was me shattered into a thousand pieces is today that shattered glass choosing to be that thousand pieces… yesterday reflecting tears and heartache… today a kaleidoscope of all the pieces of my past that today tell the stories of how I became me.

Written By Tanya Kelly July 7th, 2019


And finally another written meme/verse by Nikita Gill that will help to end today’s daily writings.

Reinvent yourself. Over and over again. Plant new wildflowers into your spirit. Set a wildfire inside yourself and then regrow. Take the wildest thing about you and nurture it till it blossoms. Tend to the sea that resides inside your heart and listen to its storms, washes you anew. How else will you let go of everything that causes you such terrible harm if you are still living inside the old you, the person who was so damaged by it all?

https://www.facebook.com/bruisedbutnotbrokensoulwork/

I’m still whispering to myself, Talking my way through the horror. “You’re not a little girl anymore you can do this.” And as I do, I question how many other little girls Are still clawing their way back up From the battlefield within And I make the conscious decision To raise my voice “You’re Not A Little Girl Anymore, You Can Do This.”


By now amd through the reading of my daily writings you can see that not only save/collect but also use meme’s or quoted poems, sayings or blog phrases that other authors have written.

Why do I use the writings of others in my daily writings you ask? The answer is quite simple… I buse the writings of others to convey in a shortened pose the meaning/message of my daily writings… sometime the memes that come across my computers screen say the very thong that I want to say or am feeming at any given moment in a meaningful and condensed way… you see my writings are often long winded and full of explanation… explanations that are not giving my readers or myself a long winded blah blah blah conversation that leads them into a long winded reason for my writings, my thoughts, my deepest minded feelings… the long windedness of my writings is for my benefit… I like to write inength for I feel that someday when I find myself bavk at my writing on a page that I will be able to see a visual of myself through the words that have been give a descriptive voice on the days when my writings were actually written… I have in deed tried to write in short… but I find that I am not as in touch with the daily accounts and feelings that I was feeling on the actual day of my dated writings.

My daily writings are for me a written chronicle of my life and its many stories… the chronicled stories of my yesterday’s past my today’s accounts and my tomorrow’s dreams… my writings are for my future’s years… the days that I will look back on the journey that has mouldered me into the me I am…


What I want to see in my future self is the tears that I will cry when I re-read the journey that has given me life that I have lived… I can’t wait to relive the moments and the memories that may or may not have escaped my minds vault… but more than than anything I cannot wait to see the growth of that little 8 year old inner child “who I have named Karen” looking back at me through the open doors that my chronicled story es have open and given her life from… I want that little girl to remember how far we have come through the hurting and the pain thst we once endured only yo become the survivors of the hand that we we were delt…

I cant wait to see her growth, that very growth that will never see her grow older than the 8 years that she is today… and I cant wait for her to tell me that no matter how old I get and how aged my outta appearance gets that she too see’s me as that 8 year old holding onto her as the years passed us by.

What was once our line of worded survival “You’re not a little girl anymore you can do this” will someday be the memorial to that little girl that once was us; that same little girl who clawed her way back up from the battlefield that loomed in us for those many many years in our earliest of yrars, that same battlefield that gave us the winning front line that saw us become victorious to our demons and the darkness of our inner introverted self that we preferred to live within, but what I want more than anything in days when I re-read this chronicle of daily writings is pride and gall that I had for that very day when my voice roared into a powerful allie and gave me the gift and conscience decision to say that my life was worthy of finding a greater existence both in snd outside of the walls that I built for myself thise many years ago in and around my 8th year of life… that very day when I raised my voice and screamed “You’re Not A Little Girl Anymore, You Can Do This.” What I was saying way then was… I could tell my story and empower myself with the power of no! and self survival… no to inner hurt that I felt so deep, no to the pain that engulfed me and my mind & no to staying stuck in a world that had me being my only real friend, my own self’s one and only understanding of the true me that was hidden deep within …

Someday I will remember that little girl that will always be yesterday’s part of me… I will not have to say anything for all that had to of been said would have been chronicled in my daily journey and daily writings and on this day I will reword & chant the following…

You’re so hardd on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that wisened you, at the softening that strengthened you. Despite everything You still grow. Be proud of this.

Original Wording Reference – https://pin.it/ehcvajrill4sml Author. Zandra Brown

Reworded this written verse will say…

We have always been hard on yourself… All us.. me, you, I and our inner critic Hard for sure, But not that hard that your heart was made of stone. You grew a voice and became our backbone & through it all you never wished away Any part part of your yesterday’s shadows Instead with nurturing arms Your took us all into your heart… You reinvented yourself And became who it is that lives and breathes Our endless words and endless dreams. Here we are in sitting in reflection; Marvelling at the life that is all of us in one, Looking fondly at the grief that softened you, and at the heartache that made you wise beyond your years, at the softening that strengthened you. But more importantly weare looking fondly at The hell of a journey That delivered us much inner love and peace. Despite everything; the all that we have been through… We have grown into proving That inner strength lives in a of us. Yes we grew And we made our path flourish.. A journey of inner growth, perseverance And shear courage that kept us fired up But unscathed by the burn of our life’s paths building.

Written By Tanya Kelly July 7th, 2019


In conclusion of today’s daily writings, I will be sharing the following meme or written verse titled “The Ocean You By Author. Nikita Gill”

The Ocean You

Every time you think you are broken, Know this; you are never really breaking. No one can break an ocean, Darling, all that you are doing, Is breaking the glass that is holding you back, Diving deeper into your own depths, Discovering yourself in pockets of the most sombre waves, Rebuilding your heart with coral, With seaweed, with moon coloured sand dust. Do stop trying to hold yourself back inside that glass, It was never meant to hold you. Instead, break it, Shatter it into a thousand pieces… And become who you were always meant to be, An ocean, proud and whole.


Through the words of Nikita Gill I have had an ahh ha… yes yes that exactly what I am saying about me, we and us in the journey of our life…

My thousands of pieces kept me held back from the inner growth that was life’s blueprint… the journey that should never have been changed or altered by another… but sadly it was… instead of being the ocean that grew in it tides and became sombre waves in my personal growth I was the very glass that held myself back from the world that was beckoning me to live within its atmosphere and natured roads… the glass couldn’t hold me when I became hurt and lost… and strangely enough I know that if it wasn’t for my heartache my protective glass would have broken anyway… I became my own warrior and built up the survivor within me to not only stand up with my own backbone intact… but also as the nurturing arms for others being melted down… those who are lost and screaming out for a hand to hold.

The concreted heart became delicate coral and a nurturing home, full of strength and proof that inner forgiveness builds growth and strength. Seaweed and moon coloured sand dust not only became the footings to my new proud and whole me… they have also grown in their qualities and empowerment’s and lent a hand to many.

The glass of me that once was me shattered into a thousand pieces is today that shattered glass chooing to be that thousand pieces… yesterday reflecting tears and heartache… today a kaleidoscope of all the pieces of my past that today tell the stories of how I became me.

Written By Tanya Kelly July 7th, 2019


And finally another written meme / verse by Nikita Gill that will help to end today’s daily writings.

Reinvent yourself. Over and over again. Plant new wildflowers into your spirit. Set a wildfire inside yourself and then regrow. Take the wildest thing about you and nurture it till it blossoms. Tend to the sea that resides inside your heart and listen to its storms, wash you anew. How else will you let go of everything that causes you such terrible harm if you are still living inside the old you, the person who was so damaged by it all?


Signed
Author. Tanya Kelly
365daysomethings.wordpress.com

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