I wrote a little poem to express my path from discovery to embracing myself within my journey, hope you all like it
Disclaimer: I know that "wronger" is (most likely) not a word, but for the sake of creativity, bear with me xD. Also, I'm more of a short story writer and not too knowledgeable in the art of poetry, so I'm sorry if this offends any English literature enthusiasts >.< hahaha.
Anyway, enjoy
One morning as I lay awake
pensive in my present state
I turned to see I had a guest
to which my memory could not relate
her presence, somber in it's light
a fear, instilled within my sight
a sharpened pain grew in my heart
instinctive in my response to fight.
illusionary sense of hope
encopassed by a darkened slope
uncertainty released the gates
filling naught but darkness in my scope
A painful shift in sight appeared
to lose my present and past I feared
but curiously enough I pondered
twas irrationality's head that reared
More frequently this spectre shines
expressing what my life defines
in slumber of years long lost to me
I vowed to never look behind.
My guest reached out a gentle hand
a strong but comfortable command
my feet began to levitate
and life so suddenly seemed grand
First, began my present meaning
worry and fear viciously gleaning
in my surprise, all was well
and my present remained so strongly beaming
Second, was my foggy past
that I had felt the need to grasp
in revelation I would find
my guest had always been there, unsurpassed.
In an instance my existence would show
A meaning that could no longer slow
A willingness to lose all I gained
in search of happiness with genuine glow
Upon my leap I came to find
my life continued as assigned
I gazed upon the mirror weary
with streaming tears but peace of mind.
As my conversion now ensued,
to mark my journey shant preclude
I glanced upon a mirror twice
and to my shock the pain subdued
What was once black and white, no longer
brightly colored and shining stronger
at this point I could do no wrong
as turning back would be much wronger.
Complete with scars of battles won
my past and present had been undone
to lay a future road untravelled
upon my third glance, truth unravelled
In previous failed attempts to see
by I and all that came to be
taken aback by my unearthing,
my stunning female friend, was me.
