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.