Who fought
your battles?
Who defended you from the armies of betrayal they sent against you?
And what of the demons inside of you, who fought them?
The long lonely nights full of regrets, who wiped away your tears?
And the lonely nights of self-pity and insecurities, who chased away the fears?
Who was there to pick you up after the hundred feet edge fall?
To patch you up and push you forward every self-loathing morning?
Who taught you how to breathe with a broken heart?
Or laugh despite threatening tears?
Who gave you back a smile when you stared in the mirror?
Who lessened your pain by holding it back in when everyone was watching?
Who pushed you hard to survive?
Who covered your scars and protected your wounds?
It’s within that slight moment,
a flash of realization alerts you to face it in your most desperate moment.
It’s You.
It has always been you.
And then, the fear subsides, the worries lessen because you finally understand
that even in that dark moment, it does not have to be anyone else.
It can still be you.
And it’s okay.