Fall And Then You Rise

I have been standing still in my life.

Blaming and resisting seemed like the key.

Build a wall.

Protect my wounds.

It was dark and only a small glow came from within.

I started peeling the layers of pain.

More and more to where I stood naked, alone and bare.

“This is who I am” I whispered.

Vulnerable. Afraid. Fear.

There was nothing. The world kept moving in its slow rotational pattern.

“This is me” My voice quivered but was stronger.

More was released from me. Shame. Thinking I was not enough.

I looked at all my worst mistakes and I forgave myself.

I opened my hand to reveal I’ve always held the key.

“This is who I am!!” I shouted.

Freedom. Forward.