I have been rinsing myself of everything the year left on me
cleansing myself of the scars,
I am taking a brush and painting over all the acrylic blues they covered me in,
letting my watercolored soul meet the sun once again.
I am meeting myself for the first time,
shaking hands with my compassion
and getting coffee with my vivacity.
I have been reintroduced to my drive and let me tell you-
she is taking us places nobody imagined we’d go.
Who convinced me I was nothing more than a collection of bones and rewritten words?
That I had a stationary value based upon what others deemed worthy?
My voice has found it’s strength once again and I am done letting others speak in place of me.
I will speak with clarity and sincerity, even if my voice is shaking.