Something I drafted up walking and reflecting sometime on July 31st and cleaned up just now while resting my sore body from dance in bed, sweet bed:

It started out in my phone’s notes app like this: “Something I wish my younger self knew: – “

Don’t victimize yourself

You’re wasting your time

Visualizing into existence

an iron prison for your mind

You’ll lock your personhood for years

Telling yourself that you have no control

That life is scary,

That things are ruthless,

That everything is meaningless.

But Change the narrative

And you’ll seek and find

Keys

More than prison //

The things that happened

You can’t chase them away as if they’ve never happened

But will yourself

And let them go

And you’ll find, you’ll see

Your power once lost

restored, redeemed.