Becoming-
what I once was,
wished
I could always be.
Is not easy-
not easy to look
in the mirror,
a reflection-
reflecting back,
imperfect honesty;
of what I knew I was,
but didn’t want to see.
You see-
a secret war
has waged for decades
constantly
striving to be
battling to be
anything
but me.
I’m fighting-
knowing not today,
but someday
I will be an
overcomer;
no longer overcome
by doubt, judgment,
shame, or guilt.
I will see-
a woman
looking back at me.
She’s the
reclaimed,
true me.
D.Thompson: Rev. 7/2015
