Unapologetically Me

I walk my own path,

in shoes molded by my choices,

not meant for others to understand,

but they fit me—

perfectly.

This skin, this voice, this heart,

they’re not borrowed,

not begged or bartered,

but born of courage,

crafted by countless moments

of choosing myself.

There’s a fire here,

not to be explained,

not to be quenched

by the smallness of minds

who don’t see

the mountains I’m meant to climb.

I’ve carved this way,

with bare hands,

with whispered dreams,

in nights too quiet,

yet filled with a hope

only I can hear.

It’s not for them,

this life stitched in passion,

woven with wild threads

of dreams they dare not touch.

They don’t need to understand—

they’re not meant to.

The power isn’t in perfection

but in being the mosaic

of broken, bold, beautiful pieces

I’ve chosen to honor,

to love.

I am here, raw and real,

standing in my own light,

and that’s enough.

This journey, this self I hold—

it’s the only compass I’ll follow.

Let them watch,

let them wonder,

for I am going

to the woman I am meant to be,

and she is waiting,

arms open,

fearless.