As I quest back from what I've seen and who I've been, I see outlines of someone I sometimes don't recognize today. It becomes clearer that I'm am not the same person.
Portions of me remain in times past and portions of me are cultivated forward. Sifted, milled, refined and chiseled like wheat from chafe. It hurts sometimes, this process of life.
I desire to leave my thorns behind as I attempt to bloom. Learning self acceptance and resilience as I go. I pray I can forgive myself where I fail and dare resume a desire to keep my heart open to trust.
It is in the shadows an after image remains, of a girl I know I'm not anymore, whom is invited to grow along side the woman I am becoming. I accept her and forgive her as I change, learn, feel, and love. Facing what is before me, I leave the past behind.
Portions of me remain in times past and portions of me are cultivated forward. Sifted, milled, refined and chiseled like wheat from chafe. It hurts sometimes, this process of life.
I desire to leave my thorns behind as I attempt to bloom. Learning self acceptance and resilience as I go. I pray I can forgive myself where I fail and dare resume a desire to keep my heart open to trust.
It is in the shadows an after image remains, of a girl I know I'm not anymore, whom is invited to grow along side the woman I am becoming. I accept her and forgive her as I change, learn, feel, and love. Facing what is before me, I leave the past behind.
