Walking Through Hell

Wrong or Right

My soul is full
My being is content
My heart is light
My mind is clear
My aura is bright
My everything is lifted
I've never felt so free
I've never felt more me
No boundaries or limitations
No people to please
No expectations set by old dead men
All the "break throughs"
All the "revelations"
All the "insights and encouragement"
Came from me.
My own voice. My own head.
The same is true for now.
The only difference
That made all the difference
Is now I admit that.
I no longer give
Credit to another for my love
I no longer give
Right to my mind to another
I no longer give
Futures and possibilities to someone else
This time around.
With confidence
I make my choices
I live them
I love them
I breathe them
I accept them.
I accept that I am good.
No longer lying
Calling my self nothing
Calling myself meaningless
Calling myself worthless
Calling myself a worm.
I may not be the being of all
But I am something
I am worth it
I am good
I am beautiful
I am no longer diminishing myself
To please another
I am no longer handing over credit
To one who didn't do the work
I no longer wish to die
For years my mind
So trouble with death
Now only thinks of life
To ask me to go back
Is asking me to die
To pull me into that
Is a reminder you don't want me to live
Unless it's on your terms
And that leads to death
Which means
You don't care about my life
You care for a perception of popularity
If I am wrong
I don't wish to be right
For to be right
Is to die by own hand
And to be wrong
Is to thrive my my own will.