I am not afraid…

But I am insecure, I am damaged and wounded and waiting always for the life to pull the rug out under me again. I am trying not to look over my shoulder because I don’t want my past to be my shadow. I am burning the bridges between me and it and using the fires as torchlight. 

I am trying to be strong and brave. I am not always strong and brave. I am trying to live up to everything I sort of believe I kinda maybe could be. Could I? I’m fighting all the time to be myself and more than the sum of my experiences. I’m winning. That’s what matters here, that I’m winning. 

I’m exhausted and excited and hopeful and anxious and unsure. 

I am a warrior. 

I am not alone. I am however often on my own and sometimes that’s when the fears sneak in. I am a liar. I am very definitely afraid. 

I’m prone to stumble but I’m getting there. Image

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About Aunty Fox

'Fox Spirit is the crazy young aunt who dances in the rain and conjures fantastic worlds out of cardboard boxes, loo rolls and sellotape'
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