Shattered it
That mirror I was staring in
I couldn’t recognize the
Person on the other end
I was letting my demons win
While they were defeating me
I was blaming the world
Tears blinding my foresight and fists curled
I couldn’t see
My future was blurry
But still dreaming of who I want to be
Irrational thoughts
Pointing fingers at my accusers
Struggling to turn the other cheek
From all the abusers
Life on its deathbed
Fear at the door
Worry on all 4 walls
Reality on the floor
Praying for better days
And blissful moments to remember
A constant thought:
That life only freezes in the winter
I have to change
Not making excuses anymore
It finally dawned on me
I got too much to live for
Snapped out of it
I hit the ground running
To everything meant for me:
I’m coming
About the Creator
Imani K. Watkins
I’m a crocheting massage therapist that loves dancing. I’m enjoying a journey of self love and growing in my purpose as a nurturing healer. I constantly have rhymes, thoughts and ideas running through my mind. Maybe it’s time I share them!
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