I’ve lived
so many versions of myself
That sometimes I forget
Who I started as
But growth is like that
It asks you to shed
What no longer serves you
Even when it feels familiar
Even when it feels safe
Transformation isn’t loud
It’s not fireworks
It’s not applause
It’s the quiet decision
To choose differently
To heal intentionally
To walk away gracefully
To return to yourself
Patiently
And every time I think I’ve arrived
Life shows me another layer
Another lesson
Another version
Waiting to be born
~~ IBJB 🎙️
Category: Poetry
-
The Versions of Me.
-
QuitClaim
From the Jamie Bond archives. QuitClaim appears in my earlier published work with Inner Child Press. Sometimes old words don’t need rewriting. They just need another way to be seen.
Her abandoned mind lost in lucid shadows
racing thoughts that day dreams in the night
she can’t see herself in the distance
yet she’s inches away from her own reflection
where she’s sitting gazing blankly into the mirror
