Someday my gift will be your gift. By that I mean my gift unto this world. The divinely punctuated Light I’ve sought so desperately to find in this otherwise very dark place will live out loud through her. She’s the culmination of every one of my failings, disgraces, accomplishments, and achievements, and the truth behind all the lies I’ve searched so hard to find. She’s my diamond encrusted tiara legacy and yet another phoenix rising.

(“Icarus Rising“)

Let me tell you somethin’ about this enigma I brought forth who I now refer to as “Rambo Barbie”. She’s endured and survived one of the worst atrocities that could become a young girl, and though I’ve built this Diary and ensuing platforms on the premise of “Secrets Making Me Sick No Longer“, one of the most twisted and sickening secrets I’m made to keep now isn’t mine to tell. So, I won’t. Sufficed to say that like me, she’s forgiven the devil himself for crimes against her person that but a handful of people ever could. That forgiveness was for us, by the way, but then again, also for “them”, because setting ourselves free from the prison of bitterness, anger, and regret was the path we were called to take. We decided to tell pain and suffering to kiss our asses and the devil he can SUCK IT!

Some day, one very lucky man is gonna capture her heart, take the reigns from her hands, then run alongside her to build the dream. She’s a masterpiece, a National Merit Scholar, an artist, an enigma, and so much more it’s supernatural. She learned how to drive on a standard for Christ’s sake, and to the best of any knowledge is the only one on her campus who drives V-8 muscle with a stick.

She’s like THAT!

She is so not like all those “pick me” gutter rats that tried to steal her crown but failed laughably, and has risen above every cruel and unfair deed that could otherwise have defined her with power and grace that put mine to shame. My daughter refuses to allow anyone, up to and including herself, to be disrespected. If there’s an outcast in her halo, she finds and draws them near, because as she’s always said:

No one gets left behind on my watch!

West Point came calling for her, by the way. She’d have made a magnificent soldier and followed the footsteps of one of the greatest men I’ve ever ever known, much less shared blood with, and while she respectfully declined their offer to toss her hat into their candidacy ring since she has her sights fixed on another prize, their courting her was one of the utmost moments of my song.

She’s still got miles to go down her road to full recovery, but at least she’s actively taking part in it and running head on into her storms rather than away from them like I once did. She’s not just fortifying herself mentally, though. She’s fortifying herself in every way. How many adults can say the same? She’s the most beautiful infection alive, really is “The One“, and I couldn’t be prouder of her if I tried. By the way?

I MADE HER!

Long story short? If a teenage girl who’s been broken and stripped of both her innocence and dignity in unspeakable ways can find the courage to take her life, well being, and future by the balls, so, too, should we all!

No excuses!

NONE!

So, here’s to my “Rambo Barbie Girl”, who by the way is a dead on BALLS accurate shot and WILL be licensed and packin’ when she peels out of here next Fall. Lol! Even the grown men at the gun range she trains at can’t understand how she stands so strong against the kickback from that .308 and watch her in awe.

She’s a SAVAGE!

I’ve blogged this one before, but I drop it again. “Battle Born” she is … just like her queen of a mother … and my little girl ain’t playin’!