I used to be young, trusting, open and naive, but I am different now. My eyes tell the story of a broken soul. There are flashes of red hot anger, moments of quiet blue reflection, and tides of deep purple passion. The bits and pieces of my heart are held together by strings of hope and glued together with determination. I am a survivor, but sometimes I miss that wide-eyed trusting child I used to be before infidelity, lies, and heartbreak took her away. I will never be the person I was and I can only hope to become the person that I want to be. I want to trust again, to love without holding back. I want to throw my arms wide open and fall into our love with reckless abandonment, but I am not ready yet. Will I be ready before you give up waiting for me? I just don't know. I have to be patient and I refuse to rush myself. There is a plan in this life of mine; I just don't know what it is yet. So I keep struggling along trying to find the light switch, hoping that the path will be illuminated. I know that I will be okay because I have weathered many storms. I will not break again!