Once upon a time
All I had were my thoughts—I had dreams
To tell stories
That could heal people
In hopes my voice
Would help the unseen.I don't know what happened
To the person I used to be.I guess the more I got older
The further my passions
Got away from me.The more life I lived
The more I was surrounded
By people
That wanted to snuff out my light.I never expected to be hypocritical
Dimming other lights
Trying to find my own again...Even if I don't mean to
I know
The damage unhealed trauma
Can cause the ones you love,So it's up to me to sit alone
Reflect and unpack
All the harm
my own trauma has caused.I see
Now,
Unless I make
My self inflicted pain
A priority to manage,
I'll always be the one at fault
For my life's unnecessary damage.I have a new dream
To make peace
With my mistakes
And who I am...I just need
to step out of my own way,
And believe that I can.
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Sometimes It's You...
PoetryA poem reflecting on my faults and wanting to do something about them. A poem about a deep yearning for personal growth.