
Somewhere along the way
I got lost in the waves
and wandered into the haze
of my own making by
overcomplicating simple matters.
Upon reflection, I am reevaluating
my own words and choosing to
believe in what I want to say
without worry of anyone else
having anything to add
to my own stance.
It's mine,
that is what's important.
Write, I still have time
to continue to spread
my wings.
These worries shall pass,
just as everything else does.
Especially loved this line: “Write, I still have time to continue to spread my wings.” That reminder cuts through the noise—because so often it’s the nay-sayers who want us to feel like time has already run out.
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