This is me,
A soul so wise that deeply touches the divine.
This is me,
A weak little punk who's scared of my own shine.
This is me,
A bleeding heart who feels the pain of the world.
This is me,
A screaming mess who's come completely unfurled.
This is me,
So full of hope,
A dreamer who dances and plays.
This is me,
Frozen with fear,
Anxiety,
A thick looming haze.
This is me,
So full of love,
I hold my people with care.
This is me,
Drowning in tasks,
Need to come up for some air.
All of it swirls,
All of it spins,
And blends like waves in the sea.
The older I get,
The I love the perfectly imperfect me.
I've spent too much time wondering if I could change some things about me.
If only I did this,
I looked like that would see me differently.
But time has taught me that each time I try to be anything other than me,
My soul slowly corrodes,
My light eventually dims,
And I can no longer see.
I've been told I'm too much,
My dreams are too big,
My scars should make me a shame.
Turn down the volume and stay in your box so we know you've been tamed.
But each scar I have paints a tapestry of my life lived loud and free.
I won't let you tell me they're ugly or wrong,
I'm proud because this is me.
It rises within my deep sense of self and spills out onto the floor.
I'll live my own life the way I see fit,
You don't have a say anymore.
I know there are shadows where pain and shame live,
The caverns hide so many things.
I'll continue to explore the landscape within knowing the healing it brings.
This is me,
My body,
My mind,
Aligned and in love with my soul.
This is me,
So take it,
Relieve it.
I am free,
I am whole,
Must stay.
Beautiful.
