Moving on

I am finished with the demons I once welcomed, those I drowned only to see rise again, those I allowed to steer the course of my life for too long.

I am healing—never weak. Fractured, yes—but never broken. The shadows trail behind me, but they no longer claim my name. I’ve lain beside them, clutched their false comforts, confessed my fears to the wrong ears— yet none of that defines me now.

For with change, hope stirs. With hope, new passions ignite. I release what does not bring me peace. I choose to bloom where once I only withered. I choose to rise