My body is a cage

I come with baggage .... I come with moments where I try my best to pretend I’m fine . I come with bruises .... I come with scars from my past that are tender to touch .  I come with fear ，nervousness  and whole lotta hesitation yet I try my best to move on  . I come with preconceived notions of how the people I let in will behave . I come with regrets that I cannot fix ， with expectations that I’m learning to let go of ....

I'm imperfect and full of flaws . I’m plagued with doubt ， filled with stress. My life is so often falling into darkness . Anyone who loves me will struggle ， as I will too . I know that to share my heart with someone doesn’t guarantee bliss and there’s alwayschance I might fall and hurt badly...

Yes ，my life has been fragmented for so long ，  it’s like all the pieces are always able to find their way to create a mess. There are so many cracks and gaps to fill ，  I hope it's just a matter of time until I find whatever is missing and everything will fall back into where they belong .... where I feel no more embarrassed and uncomfortable  ,  but liberated  and a sense of joy .