New me
Searching for the best version of myself,
fighting the old me and the new me.
Learning to love my insecurities,
to accept all endings,
and welcome my new beginnings.
Reminding myself I can achieve
the things I want to conquer,
rejecting what no longer
feeds my soul.
Not letting my thoughts turn into
my own personal fear-monger.
Placed in situations
where I have no choice
but to be stronger —
proving to myself
that I am,
I will,
and I already am.
Jesus balances my unbalanced.
When the pressure feels too heavy,
He makes me steady again.
Whatever comes my way —
Ayanna will be ready.
God, forgive me.**
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