Giftwrites_
There was a voice.
It was not loud. It did not shout or threaten. It simply whispered, quietly and persistently, just beneath the surface of everything she showed the world.
It said she was not capable. It smiled at her mistakes. It dragged her past before her, her failures, her rejections, her moments of discouragement, and it clapped.
For a long time, she listened.
Then one day, she picked up a pen.
Not because she had everything figured out. Not because the voice had gone quiet. But because she was tired of letting it have the last word.
My Weakness Lied to Me is what happened next. It is ten poems written in the space between doubt and courage, between falling and rising, between the lie and the truth. It moves through three seasons of the soul: the weight of the lie we believe, the moment we choose to stop believing it, and the quiet, stubborn growth that follows.