If you have been following the journey for any length of time, you'll remember that we actually started out at "Fostered Success". While I loved that name and honestly still do because it is literally my story we had to undergo some changes, starting with the name. To say I was devasted would be the understatement of the year. I grew so attached to the name that I literally remember crying because of the change. After so many tears, like hundred of thousands of tears, Maryish was born. It is the same creator, same content just under the umbrella of personal growth as opposed to my foster care story. Regardless of the fact, I am proud of where God has brought us from and I cannot wait to see where he brings us to. At this point we are just following his leadand enjoying the ride.
My Honest Poem | Inspired by Rudy Francisco
I was born on July 29 th
I hear that makes me a Leo.
I have no idea what that actually means.
I weigh 145 lbs (barely)
I’m terrible at meeting new people,
And I’m a sucker for a guy with a nice smile and clean sneakers.
I’m still learning how to speak up,
I’m often loud in places where I should be quiet,
I’m often quiet in places where I should be loud.
I like cheez its… a lot.
I’ve been told that I give really good advice,
People say I’m good at listening,
It’s probably because I am.
Although secretly I get really nervous
Every time someone comes to me with a new problem.
It’s strange really,
I can help everyone else with their problems
But I couldn’t find my way out of a maze.
Like I’m on this mental merry go round
With no place to get off
I have an odd fascination with things like season changes and seasonal people.
I assume it’s because I find myself dedicating time to things that I know will only last a
I guess that’s why I fall in love with men who will never love me for long.
And I know that sounds crazy but it’s just how it seems,
And to be honest I think it’s safer that way.
You see, relationships often remind me
That I’m not afraid of heights or falling
But I am scared to death of everything that’s going to happen the very moment
That my body hits the ground.
I have to say this…
Yesterday I tripped over my self-esteem,
Landed on my pride and it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face,
Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment.
I’ve never lost a fight but I have this bruised heart.
I got it from beating myself up over things I can’t fix.
I’m afraid if I let you see my skeletons,
You’d grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.
Hi, my name is Mary.
I enjoy Chinese food, reading
And laughing for absolutely no reason at all
But I don’t allow myself to cry as often as I need to.
I have solar power confidence
And a battery operated smile.
My hobbies include:
Editing my life story,
Hiding behind metaphors,
And trying to convince my shadow
That I’m someone worth following
You see, I don’t know much but I do know this:
I know that heaven is real
And I know that God,
He’s given me this assignment
Although I stumble along the way
It reminds him that we still have a lot of work to do.