Finally.
Completion.
A circle closing.
And a lone person standing in the center.
Bloody. Beaten.
Sword tipped downward in surrender.
Surrendering to the acknowledgement that this took everything.
This victory cost more than they reckoned.
It cost them peace, self-preservation, joy.
Their back is bent from the heaviness of others obligations as they toiled to best internal beasts that threatened their path of betterment.
It was so much harder with the unnecessary weight of outdated scripts heavy on the shoulders like boulders built in past lives.
They toiled under the yoke of ancestral angst refusing to be devoured by the shadows that threatened their light.
Ultimately they prevailed, but at what cost?
Accolades ring hallow in the halls of a mind wrecked by the echoes of ghost asking “what next?”
No time for celebration. No pause for basking in the finality of a chapter closing.
Only the void, beckoning for another chance to prove you are worthy.
You stare into it, seeing the future you under the boot of almost good enough.
Yet, this time, you turn your back, remove your helmet, and breathe…
Wow, I am amazed that you are able to shoot out such profound stuff back to back…what I most love is I read it and my mind is saying “you’ve nothing to prove! “ or “Don’t you see you!?” While also feeling this so deeply, I’m reminded to show myself some of that loving encouragement and compassion ❤️
Thank you so much! Absolutely you have nothing to prove! Also, I have some things in the drafts that’s been sitting that I am finally publishing lol. With that being said, often it is feast and famine with the words. Sometimes they flow, sometimes they dont, at all times I attempt to let it be what it is!