Life Is Not About Who I Once Was
I was once, a little child with no idea of who I would grow up to be.
I was once, a little child wanting a hug and love.
I was once, a little child wanting a word of kinds.
I was once, a little child with anxiety, fear, and dread that swallowed me whole.
I was once, a little child that wanted a word of support.
Like the story of the Little Engine That Could.
Yes, I can.
Yes, I can.
I became the rain that began to fall in a steady drizzle.
The fresh crystalline snow that fell from the sky,
And soaked up the rays of the sun.
Waves of riffles danced through my thoughts.
Broke the chains and erected walls
Taking the child farther and farther away.
Feeling the wind upon my face
Beneath the light of the full moon
To new advantages.
I became the bird that flew across the sky,
The trickle of water from melting snow,
The movement that ran upstream,
The breath of air that filled my lungs.
I became the seconds and the hours
That brought the day and nights.
Lost myself in a new life.
Fears disappeared
And self-esteem grew with dreams.
11/13/20202
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