I am not my fears,
Tucked tightly in my chest.
I am not my thoughts,
Invading my mind with self doubt.
I am not my traumas,
Those kept secret and those shared.
I am not my worries,
Waking me from precious sleep.
I am not my scar.
I am not my body.
I am not my hips and lips.
I am not the quiver in my voice when I’m recalling something sad.
I am not the sum of opportunities taken.
I am not the sum of chances I chose not to take.
I am a light.
I am a vessel that holds endless possibilities.
I am my own creation.
Lovingly created with each brush stroke of my choice.
Ever evolving on the canvas of life I’ve been given to paint.
A continuous and living work of art.
I am kindness.
I am love.
I am my own place to belong.
I am unfettered growth.
I’m a safe landing for those I love.
I am.
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