Redux
kept down
held back
filled with fear
and rage
despair at every turn
me, an unwilling victim
blockades to stop me
turbulence swirling me about
My history embedded a lack of power in me.
Years of criticism, critique, and disgust took its toll.
Thick layers of neglect crusted over on this shell of me.
Defeated, ignored, and scared.
But I dared to feel more important than what the day rolled out.
I fought to experience life exquisitely, with the volume on high.
Determined to engage with this existence full of substance and force.
I clutched myself hard and pushed forward to lean loudly into my future.
Not gonna hide from it anymore.
Originally published September 26, 2018, on I Write Her.