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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