Last Friday night
I remember having a fight
Not with a friend
Not with my sister
Not with my mother
Nor with my neighbour
I remember having a fight
With myself in front of a mirror
I held my fists tight
And stared at my own eyes with valour
I was ready to kill
The negative me smirking through the mirror
And I did it all
By saying "I'm a warrior"
I remember that Friday night
When I had a fight
I got rid of my fears
I got rid of my insecurity
I got rid of my tears
And I welcomed positivity
I now embrace the new me
I no longer fight with me
Waking up with a bright smile
I know I can win any fight
Cause I won against me
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PoetryJust a collection of poems I write when it gets too hard to bear.