Once cowering, a wallflower at a junior high dance
Now prancing, a thoroughbred fresh from a sweet victory lap
Once previewed and reviewed through the warped lens of snide criticism
Now judged in the reflection of the mirror born of her own making
Once held back by the selfish needs of another
Now setting her own pace, advancing audaciously to meet her own desires
Out of the shadows
Into the light…
Day 18. Started the first two line this morning and got a bit stuck. Then I read Mark’s post over at Maleko’s Art. His piece was all I needed to help me finish.
This is once again dedicated to all of you experiencing any form of abuse or working your way out of the situation. Man, woman, child. It doesn’t matter. You deserve your own life.