Renaissance

I'm afraid.

How can I knowingly
bow out from my true self
without losing respect for myself?

I know the bad that's out there.
What's pulling me now is the good.

It took too many years to
close myself off but I did it.
I did it in the name of self preservation.

I couldn't bear the negativity.
It felt constant. Overwhelming.

My future is staring me in the face.
It calls me to return to how I was.

The fear that has welled up
in my chest is palpable.
I know how I was would've killed me
if I hadn't become who I am.

Part of me knows I'm strong enough now.
Part of me can only remember the past.

Reviews

[Leo]

Very nice poem that speaks from the heart. "My future is staring me in the face. It calls me to return to how I was" this line is deep and implies nothing short than brilliance. Don't we all yearn to be the strong people we used to be amid the distractions and turmoils that life throws in our way every single day!

[Tina]

Thank you! :) This is one that I struggled to even put down on paper!