When past pain,
Taints future joy,
When scars you thought had healed,
Are re-opened, exposed.
Out of the darkness,
Escaping from the depths of my soul,
Leaking all over the place, a right mess,
Will I ever truly be free, from past pains and memories?
I thought I had worked this out,
Thought I had overcome it all,
Thought I was finally at a point,
Where I believed in myself, my worth.
What exactly is this feeling?
If it had to speak, what would it say?
Why is there still this stinging pain?
Why am I allowing myself to feel this way again?
Sit with it, sit in it, acknowledge it,
Understand it, dissect it, pull it apart,
Process it, give it space,
Hold yourself close through the pain.
Maybe if I keep saying maybe,
Maybe I'll finally adopt a new way,
A new mantra to add to the list;
Maybe, just maybe, I am good enough.
Maybe I'm too much,
Too much for who?
Does that really reflect on you?
Maybe that isn't your responsibility?
Maybe I am simply getting closer and closer to self mastery.
