Traveling to Find Myself
The green grass beneath my bare feet, the sound of a brook running slow. The rush of wind between the leaves of the tree, whisperers and tells me the way to go. Just a little further now, you’ve almost got it done, you’ve taken a million tiny steps, just look how far you’ve come. I turn to look behind me and nothing looks the same, I can’t believe I’ve gone this far from the wreckage that remains. Lost and very broken, I stepped into the light, never knowing the answers, but refusing to stop the fight. I knew deep down the whole time, that truth would set me free. I just needed to love myself, to truly become me.
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An expression of the journey I took to truly start living myself again.