Hope & Inspiration;

And her story continues...

After so long of being ok.. She asks herself "whats the point in trying anymore?".

With past mistakes always being shoved in her face;

Will she ever be able to redeem herself?

Music is supposed to be her safe place.

But there are too many memories engraved in the words. She reaches for her razor, holds it against her once broken skin, but she hesitates, thinking she's gone crazy, she hears it again..A faint voice, whispering to her:

"You ARE ok, you WILL BE ok, you ARE stronger than this... What is the point?? To prove them wrong! What do you have that they dont?FAITH. HOPE. And LOVE. You have these three things, and you can be an inspiration to those who struggle, like you."

She drops the razor, crying harder then ever, mascara staining her face, and in a split second without even realizing what she had just done, the tears stopped and the feeling inside of her was indescribable. "Redemption?" she wondered as she stared in awe of what was written on her arms.

LOVE

She had written love on her arms in permanent marker. Reminded of the organization "To Write Love On Her Arms" and the story of how it came to be and the story of rescue in a girl who had once lost her ways and once had hope dangle before her by a thread, as she clung to her life because it too dangled by a thread."Love is the movement"

A group of people proved that "rescue is possible" and that "love is the movement". By simply doing just that. Loveing a broken girl who had felt the lash of rejection from who had no hope, no faith, no love. This group of friends took her in, no questions asked. They helped her by feeding her, giving her shelter, treated like a princess, a friend, a family member. They had faith in her and gave her hope. Most importantly they LOVED her. 'To Write Love On Her Arms' has become a safe place for her and many others. The story of a broken girl has become another broken girls inspiration. When she struggles and hits a rough patch, she remember 'To Write Love On Her Arms' instead of harming her fragile skin. And she will remember the inspiring story of a girl who had suffered and struggled though worse, and has found Hope, Faith and Love. In her story she spoke of the stars. She said;

"The stars are always there, but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope."

She has become my inspiration. And to her I am forever grateful for sharing her story and reminding nor just me, but thousands of others that there IS hope.

Always remember hope.

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