I’m falling
over and around.
Tumbling
down, down, down.
Into the abyss
into the black.
A darkness
so complete
I don’t know
who I am anymore.
A shattered soul
A fractured heart
Aches in places
that I didn’t know
they could even hurt.
Rock bottom
only leaves up.
Yet still I fall,
over the next edge.
Sending hope in vain
into the nameless void;
Hope that I’ll recognise
the new battered
damaged, bruised
and cracked mess;
The mangled me,
when the fall ends
and all that’s left
is to find enough pieces
to put together
A façade of being whole.
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Author: thegiftedbear
I'm a 36 year old Australian who, in the last 8 years, has been coming to terms with the fact that I am Gifted, and exactly what this means.
Contrary to very popular belief about gifted people, this does not mean I have my life sorted, in fact, quite the opposite.
This blog is about the highs and lows that I experience in my journey as I discover what being gifted means to me.
I believe in love, romance, happy endings and silver linings. I believe we are never given more than we can handle, and everyone has a story if you just take the time to listen. I believe there are no coincidences and we can define ourselves by the people in our lives.
I love my family, they are, and always will be, priority number one. Studying at uni, completing a Masters Degree in Gifted Education, with the view of setting up a foundation advocating for children on a global level.
"Ideal teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite
their students to cross, then having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse,
encouraging them to create bridges of their own." -- Nikos Kazantzakis
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