This is me releasing
Out of the scarsI rise.
Like a daisy
blooming from the dirt.
This is about me fighting
in the name of love
not against anyone
but the darkness resides underneath.
He is love.
He is light,
casting doubt on my shadow
waking up my inner child.
It’s easy to run away
and let the ego fill out the rest
than to say I’m sorry
for making up all the mess.
I got scathed
by the unhealed wounds from the childhood
when the storm is over
it turns out the real storm is in my head,
rooting from generations
of fear, of loss, of frustration.
He is sparks
He is fire
taking down my mental cages
burning up my delusive desires.
This is me releasing
the unwanted baggages
This is me stop resisting
the used-to's, the wills and what-ifs.
And this is me trying
to finally not to.
My bare feet on the ground
Freedom is in my pocket
Gratitude fills up my shoes
On every step of mine is happiness.