
The road is long
I can’t see the end
Sometimes I question my choices
My vision dims
Some things are obscured
They’re often drowned out by voices
Of those who harm
Who can’t see the change
Happening before their own eyes
Sow only doubt
In what’s beyond them
Deepening all those old lies
I sometimes spin
And cave into doubt
Questioning all my beliefs
Traumas return
To hurt me anew
Stability rattled, I freeze
Deep down I know
My path is solid
I’ve divined my true calling
Then I return
Back into my truth
And realize I’m not falling
I’m becoming
Much more than I’ve been
Evolution’s not pretty
Nor a straight line
Or even straight up
Growth can be quite tricky
I trust myself
Of this I’m certain
Sometimes I need to remember
I move forward
Often baby steps
And always return to my center
Author's Note:
Navigating growth after trauma and bad wiring is a mutha. It's never predictable. Some days I feel like I'm on top of it, filled with purpose and hope. Other days, I feel like hiding underneath my bed and not coming out at all.
No matter what kind of day it is, the most important thing is to get back up. — Liora
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