I wrote this poem about changing, growing and overcoming the battle inside yourself.
I woke up in a daze…calm, alive. For the first time in my life, It’s quiet.
The inner critic and defeatist thoughts went silent, left in the wake of my last chapter.
I can still see the trail they left behind…like breadcrumbs I’ll never chase.
The early morning air of july, possesses a serene aura, its frequency matching mine
The wood floor sends a chill as I stand, I walk on eggshells, hoping to not destroy this moment
The mirror awakens as I come close, finally broadcasting the face of the man I can love
A cold splash of water to my face grounds me further, confirming my thoughts.
I’ve grown, the confidence, self love, and trust I’ve lacked for years has taken center stage
As I stare into my newest friend the mirror and myself, a tear of gratitude skis down my cheek.
The years play like a montage in my head, reminding me of how impossible this all seemed
But I’m here, the shackles are gone…that battle conquered.
A new battle comes tomorrow and every day…but I’ve already won the war. Victory, set me free.
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