i was what trauma made me, i AM what your love makes me

Trauma leaves always a scar one you...
Trauma fallows you home from work, seek you up in your dreams but somehow you keep going. Somehow it dose make you who you are, sheep you, give you your colors, that deep purple/ blue… dark red… green edges

And maybe is just what you need… to be shaking up to keep you going…
to do the best of what you get in this life.

“God give you only what he knows you can handle” she said once, long time ago

i am what i am ....

/izzy