So Many Things
So many things
That you were sure you couldn’t do
So many ways your dreams were dashed
And you thought it was the end.
Only to find new,
You have traded a lot for where you are now.
Maybe your sense of self.
Maybe a little starvation.
Maybe even a little manipulation.
But you are not bad.
You did what you needed to survive.
In a man’s world.
Where youth is everything.
And where you slowly disappear
Into the background
Of endless possibilities for becoming.
Mistress of the universe
You might not yet be
But that is because you misunderstand yourself
Instead of becoming.
Becoming all you were meant to be
From scrape-kneed girl
Let them have it woman.
You get to decide life on your own terms
Even though it feels like those terms have already been inscribed on your soul.
But those who wrote them there
Can’t catch you now.
Can’t tell you what to do.
You are you own woman
With her own voice
And an unbridled passion for the truth.
No one else’s.
And what’s yours is the only thing you need
To carve out a new template
On your soul.
You are the rock.
You are the refuge.
You are the only one who can save you.
This I know for sure.