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Culminating in a vast reception of my heart is the resignation of something I've carried for so long
I have been left to wonder and I have found an answer to the questions I dared ask for so long
I realized that I have not become the person I dreamed myself to be at this age I am unknown —without hope— I have inflicted more wounds on my soul than I could heal for so long
But I am still standing —still here— I have fought for my place in this world for so long
So I've come to realize that I am not where I am supposed to be and my journey is only at the beginning I realize that I am growing and that growth is rarely that perfect —I am not perfect— I've come to realize that it's fine
It's been a relief that can be placated from the war it has been fighting for so long
I am not a saint I am not perfect and that's okay I finally can tell that to myself after so long
