Yo soy la lumbre que alumbra el camino,
Yo camino los pasos de los que vinieron antes de mí.
Yo cuento sus historias, sus de deseos, y mantengo sus sueños vivos.
Yo represento el sufrimiento, y el dolor.
Estoy hecha de la misma sangre que coreo en sus venas.
La lucha no solo es mía,
Es de mis antepasados.
De mis abuelos.
De mis padres.
Y para aquellos que vendrán después de mí.
I am the flame that illuminates the pathway.
I walk in the footsteps of those that came before me.
I tell their old stories, their desires, and maintain their dreams alive.
I represent the sacrifice, and the pain.
I’m made of the same blood that ran through their veins.
This fight isn’t only my fight.
It’s of my ancestors.
It’s of my grandparents.
It’s of my parents.
… and for those that’ll come after me.
Descubre tu propósito.
Que te inspira?
Que te hace llenarte de deseo y energía?
Encuéntralo, y deja que te lleve al éxito.✨
Discover your purpose.
What inspires you?
what fills you up with desire and energy?
Find it, and let it drive you to success.✨
Hello Dear WordPress Followers,
I’d to take this moment to thank you all for reading my work, for being fans of what I write and believe in since I created my blog.
I’d also like to address that I’m working on writing more this year, expanding my words to touch more lives, and to share that I have some new and fun exciting project ideas on the way!
I’ve decided to create a “Professional Instagram” page, were I’d like to expose my poetry, quotes, short stories, advise through my knowledge, and display my soon to come videos or audio recordings!
I hope you all will follow and join me in this exciting journey!
Instagram: Kbeautifulmind__ (those are two _ _ )
Thanks y’all! I’m excited!
The thing with life, is that you can’t always control what it throws at you.
Sometimes you just have to accept it, face it, try to find the solution, and deal with it.
“The key to survival is building a rich life.” -Kbeautifulmind
Now, I don’t mean becoming financially rich. Even though having good finacial stability can help with the finacial issues…
However, having all the money in the world doesn’t necessarily mean you live a “rich” life.
What I mean by this is being a “rich” human being.
Being a person who grabs the ugly life throws at them, and still finds beauty.
Being a person who is not dependent on others to make their day, or holds them responsible for their view on life.
Being a person that may feel down at times (because lets face it, it’s human nature) but, can get right back up and fight on.
Life is a struggle, but if you are “rich” you have found the key and comfort to survive in this world.
If you don’t love yourself, believe in yourself, and most of all trust yourself in the environment you live in…
then almost anything you have to face will bring you down to the point of self destruction.
“The key to survival is building a rich life.”
To be internally happy and feel rich with just who you are and what you have to offer.
If you live a rich life…
and No obstacle,
could allow you to become dysfunctional.
Because you are rich.
You will always feel these negative effects and you will always be afraid but, you will not be destroyed by any of them.
I still miss you, and it’s not fair.
I have men asking me out, blowing up my phone, dms, even trying to make me fall…
yet your face always comes to mind.
I’ve loved people more then I’ve even liked you, yet I don’t miss them.
Before you, I had lost hope.
I had shut down.
I was in the dark.
You had turned on the light for me.
You made me feel like I was hole again.
I felt alive.
I felt free.
I felt worthy.
I felt comfortable to be me.
I felt like you understood me.
I still miss you, and it’s just not fair.
Life can be a bit stressful at times.
Situations can make you hopeless and at times make you want to just give up!
I got two word of advise for you…
Life is a difficult journey but, besides that it is a beautiful journey and no matter what you are going through…
you are going to be okay.
As long as you are joyful…
you are going to be okay.
She walked out the door, unsure if her body was tagging along.
She didn’t understand why any of it was happening.
It felt like a dream, a nightmare she wanted to wake up from.
Nothing made sense, how could this make sense?
With frustration she whispered…
“Cancer? Why the fuck would she deserve that?”
Nothing made sense…
She took a deep breath and then she looked up to the sky and said…
“Take anything away from me, take it all if you will; but please… please, let me keep her, let her win this fight.”
And then she woke up, only to remember she was already gone.
You robbed me.
Days, months, a year and more later, I can finally speak of it.
You robbed me.
You robbed me for my beauty, my innocence, my strenght, my confidence, for everything I believed in, you saw my vulnerability and you stripped me for everything I was.
You were so insecure and unhappy with yourself, and I was your victim.
From the minute we got involved romantically, you played me.
You played me, you’d lie and lie to me, and you’d blame and blame me.
You brought me down to my knees, to tears, to insecurity, to pain…
pain that made me believe it was all my fault.
Pain that made me believe I deserved it, pain that made me believe there was something wrong with ME.
You never hit me, you never abused me, but your cheating was just as bad or even worse.
You were a good friend before our involvement, but you were the worse “lover” anyone could ever ask for…
and I cant believe that through out all those years I never saw it.
You knew I was nice, you knew I was selfless, honorable, loyal, respectful, but most of all you knew I was passionate.
You knew I wouldn’t give up on you, you knew I’d fight for you, you knew I’d forgive you… over and over again…
So you robbed me, you be littled me, you took advantage of me, you took me for granted.
You destroyed me.
You took advantage of my passion and fight and you weakened me.
You robbed me, you robbed me for all I was…
and days, months, a year and more later I can finally talk about it…
Because I have gratefully found myself again.
Exactly a year ago this picture was taken.
To think I was tired.
Tired of sleeping in cold hospital chairs.
Tired of sleeping with fear as I constantly woke up to look next to me in bed and make sure you were still breathing.
Tired of watching you moan with pain and sob with fear.
Tired of watching the woman I’ve always seen struggle for her kids, now struggle as she fought for her life.
Tired of seeing the strongest woman I ever knew get deteriorated by and ugly disease that made her weak.
Tired, I was tired of watching you slowly wash away in front of me, knowing there was nothing I could do.
I was tired, but as hard as time was then, I’d go back in the blink of an eye.
Because even though It has gotten easier….
Today Im tired, tired of missing you and waking up to a stoned box that is very beautiful but can’t hug back.
Tired of waking up to silence because it doesn’t tell me “Buenos dias huevona”
Tired of crying to it knowing it can’t talk back when I need you.
Today marks 10 months since you been gone and I know its selfish and you are in a better place but Im tired of missing you and I wish you were here, even if we were still fighting this battle.
I hope the angels know what they have momma, because I really miss you.