2025-05-25
This Is the Season
This is the season of shedding the skin,
Of walking away from what’s never been kin.
The shoes that blister, the roles that confine,
Are left by the door—I claim what is mine.
No longer shrinking to fit in a frame
That dims my fire or silences name.
I am the thunder that answers the call,
No more pretending I’m meant to be small.
If it doesn’t feel right, I won’t make it stay.
If it dims my spirit, I’ll send it away.
This is the season I honor my truth—
A reckoning dawned in the wake of my youth.
So I say goodbye with a whisper or shout
To what doesn’t fit—I’m casting it out.
There’s power in knowing when to release,
And grace in the breaking that leads into peace.
Watch as I rise from the pieces I shed—
Not less of myself, but more whole instead.
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