I haven't put
Pen to paper
In as long as
I haven't felt
Like myself
So lost for so long
Searching for who I am
When I've just been
Buried
Under the chaos
Under the gaslighting
Under the trauma
Breaking out of it
It feels amazing
Developing addictions
To run away
Although
I never understood
What exactly
I was running away from
Peel away my shell
Like a boiled egg
The layers are
BEAUTIFUL
Becoming who I was
Before everything
But different
Because of growth
Maturity
Experience
I am LOVING
The woman that
I am
No more hiding
No more escaping
Take me as I am
Because me
The real me
Is shining bright
And I swear to fuck
That this me
It's never going away
And my light will
NEVER
Be dimmed again
Growth
Although painful
And confusing
Is enlightening
In ways you could
Never imagine
I'm here for it
I'm living it
I'm fucking living proof of it.


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