The memoirs of my life, filled with stories

of the past that I believed were true.

Little did I only know, it was all based on false truths.

Seen from a childs eye, felt by a childs heart, hidden

by a child’s fear and believed by a child’s innocence.

For her it was all truth. And with time it became my story.

How could I not believe her when the pain felt so real.

But this pain was only one part of the experience.

As I found out with time.

Life wasn’t as bad as I perceived it to be.

I just wasn’t able to feel and see beyond the pain.

Now I can. So now it’s time to rewrite my memoirs.

To reveal the real truth within those stories.

The good parts. With the truth that I am loved.

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