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Chasin' Wild Dreams ...Through The Years
Chasin' Wild Dreams ...Through The Years
Chasin' Wild Dreams ...Through The Years
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Chasin' Wild Dreams ...Through The Years

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An inspirational story that tells of one girls childhood abuse that led towards her future of wrong choices and more abuse. Through the poetry you'll read in this book you will see how she was able to make it back across the broken bridge her choices had left her with and rise above the weighted chains of abuse; through Faith, Hope, and Love.

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Release dateNov 13, 2010
ISBN9781458114891
Chasin' Wild Dreams ...Through The Years
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Danielle Titus

I am a mother to four boys and a lover of dreams and life.

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    Chasin' Wild Dreams ...Through The Years - Danielle Titus

    Chasin' Wild Dreams

    ...Through the Years

    Published by Danielle M. Titus at Smashwords

    Copyright 2010 Danielle M. Titus

    Smashwords Edition License Notes

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    Introduction

    First and foremost; I am a mother. Being a mom is definitely a full time job with great benefits and little vacation time. When my boys were ages eight, six, four, and four (yes, I have twins) God introduced me to my first dream come true; Brendan Leigh Wilken. I was born in Jacksonville, North Carolina and raised in the small town of Liberty; South Carolina. I’m just a simple minded, southern, country girl who uses poetry as a way to speak out my life story, inner thoughts, and personal life observations. All of my life; for as long as I can remember, I have wanted to write a book. I have been down many roads thus far in my life and through many experiences. I have chosen to write about my observations and experiences during my life within this memoir. At times; it may be easy to feel pity or sympathy for the things I have been through. I am asking that you try not to feel either of these; as that is not my goal. My goal is to get my story out and hopefully help others who may be suppressing similar emotions or going through harsh times. I hope that if you take anything away with you while reading my book, that you see the morals and lessons I have tried to show while exposing my life story. I believe that I am more of a poet than a writer. Please take your time and enjoy my book of poetry. Publishing this book has been my second dream come true. Dreams can come true; just have faith in your dreams and believe in yourself.

    This Book

    Many emotions you’ll read, here inside of this book,

    don’t judge to quickly from the pictures my life took.

    Throughout my years- many lessons I have learned,

    emotions and experiences fill each page that you turn.

    Some filled with joy, love, and smiles-

    happiness and laughter that have graced my miles.

    Some full of tears, hurt, and pain-

    from the trials and troubles that came with life’s rains.

    These experiences that I’ve held during my times,

    ran freely when I sat and wrote my rhymes.

    I hope that you keep an open mind as you read my book-

    and I hope that you can find the lesson each picture took.

    Chapter One:

    Faith, Hope, and Love...

    "…These three remain, Faith, Hope, and Love-

    with the greatest of these being Love."

    --1 Corinthians 13:13

    (NIV)

    The Life Song of Corinthians: Faith, Hope, and Love

    Loving yourself can be the hardest lesson in life that can knock you down,

    but life really does get better when asking God to come around.

    You try and let God lead your life when love for yourself is not all that much,

    and I can assure you that you haven’t even come close to really feeling God’s glorious touch.

    God is the most important man you should love throughout your days,

    but with no love for yourself it’s difficult to offer another person true loving praise.

    You must learn to love yourself before your heart can truly love another,

    loving yourself can be a treacherous battle- harsher than any other.

    But once you have stubbornly struggled to carry your own cross over the mountains in your days,

    try letting it knock you down to life's lowest position- and while you're on your knees...pray.

    You may fall down quite a few times; depending on how stubborn you really are,

    but try saving yourself from a few skinned knees and latch onto that hope and find faith that you deserve that love in your heart.

    Love is wonderful...pure and true,

    the most hateful person to learn to love...happens to be; only You.

    Love yourself, then put all of your hope in your faith and trust in God to lead you through your days,

    trust him to care for you when stormy weather happens to blow your way.

    You hold the strength; through love, to withstand troubled times you may have to face,

    but with Faith for today, Hope for tomorrow, and Love for who you are- You can truly love and cherish; God's saving grace.

    Life Observation that led to my Inspiration

    It took me one harsh experience, a few wrong choices, and the use of my stubborn will that kept me standing when I had every excuse to stay down. Finally, I was able to open my eyes and see how I had become my own worst enemy. With that realization I was also able to see just what I had to do in order to fully love myself. Rather than allow myself to make another wrong choice and enter another relationship; I had to take time on my own until I knew and truly believed just how beautiful, smart, and worthy of love I really am. I had to learn how to raise my self esteem on my own rather than depend on someone else to help make me feel worthy and needed. By taking time for myself it helped me cherish my life even more. In the end, I was able to be completely in love with life, and love just being me.

    It can be easy to accept less for yourself and accept negative treatment from others when you have been raped or molested. The abrupt act of another mistreating you; especially if it goes on for a long extent of time or at an extreme young age, can cause one to blame themselves. In blaming your self then it also teaches you that you have a low self worth that leads to you not love yourself and makes you feel less deserving of true love. I praise God that I finally took the time to see where I was going wrong in my life decisions that I had made. That knowledge led me to stay away from a relationship with another until I was able to know that I am worth the true love from myself. By learning to love myself again I was able to fully accept God's abundant love. It took a good two years but; in the end, it was worth it. As I came out being filled with love for who I am and could honestly feel the guiding love of God present in my every day life. Have hope for tomorrow and never give up.

    My Song

    I lie awake at night; silently singing my song,

    fearing the moment for when he will come in; it won’t be long.

    I keep singing my song with hope that he won’t come tonight,

    for when he comes in; I get scared with utterly, dreadful fright.

    I sing my song full of hope,

    that he won’t come tonight; for I can’t cope.

    I sing my song in my mind,

    for here he comes, he isn’t kind.

    I sing my song while I pretend to sleep,

    but now; on the inside, I begin to weep.

    I sing my song filled with dread,

    for here he comes; upon my bed.

    I sing my song full of tears,

    for he’s doing it again; I wish my mother

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