Coming out of my shell,
Leaving the shelter
constructed of lies,
The door of which
is a reopened wound
Putting on a new face,
Genuine and bolder than
Any I’ve adorned before,
Not a mask
But a transformation and
A statement of what’s real
Throwing off the old self,
Escaping my bondage
To emotional traps,
Tasting freedom and
Exploring vitality
Spreading my wings,
Rising up to meet
My new-found confidence
And strength,
Fully embracing who I am
No looking back,
Forward momentum only.
Eyes ahead, vision clear,
Imagining open vistas and
The road forever revealed
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| January 12, 2023 | frankie | April 15, 2014 |
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