I’ve outgrown many things,
And it’s not that I’m better than anyone else,
It’s just that I’ve learned to let go of what no longer feels like home.
I’ve outgrown relatives who are quick to point fingers,
Quick to criticize,
But somehow, they never show up when I need a hand.
You know those people who only call when it’s convenient for them?
Yeah, I’ve outgrown that.
I’ve outgrown women who smile to my face,
But behind closed doors,
They celebrate my failures like it’s a national holiday.
I don’t need masked friendships
Keep your fake kindness; I’ve got no room for it here.
I’ve outgrown friends who can’t clap for me,
Who stay silent when I win,
Because their silence says more than words ever could.
If you can’t celebrate with me,
You don’t deserve a seat at my table.
I’ve outgrown people who disappear the moment life gets heavy,
Like shadows running from the dark.
They’re there when it’s sunny,
But gone when the rain comes.
And I’ve learned I don’t need fair-weather people in my life.
I’ve outgrown gossip the whispers that fill the air with poison.
I don’t have time for those who tear others down,
Because honestly, lifting myself up is hard enough.
I’ve outgrown those shallow, forced conversations,
The ones that feel more like a chore than a connection.
If we can’t talk about dreams, struggles, or something real,
I’d rather not talk at all.
I’ve outgrown the need to make everyone happy.
Man, that one took me a while.
But I’ve learned,
No matter how much you bend,
You’ll never please everyone.
I’ve outgrown the doubts that used to scream in my mind,
The insecurities that chained me to the ground.
They don’t live here anymore
I evicted them,
And let me tell you, it feels good.
I’ve outgrown anything that dims my light,
Be it habits, people, or places.
If it doesn’t bring me peace,
It’s not worth my time.
I’ve outgrown the spaces that suffocate me,
Where I’m just surviving,
Barely breathing.
Now I’m choosing places where I can thrive.
I’ve outgrown the need to fit into a box.
Those labels?
They don’t define me.
I’m writing my own story now,
And it’s messy, but it’s mine.
I’ve outgrown holding on to things that hurt,
Clinging to people who drain me,
Because letting go isn’t weakness
It’s strength.
I’ve outgrown the fear of standing alone.
I used to be so afraid of solitude,
But now I see,
Sometimes, standing alone is where you find your power.
I’ve outgrown pretending
Pretending to be okay,
Pretending to be someone I’m not.
Now, I’m peeling back the layers,
And what’s underneath?
It’s real. It’s raw. It’s me.
And let me tell you,
The freedom is unmatched.
I’ve outgrown so many things,
But what I’ve stepped into
It’s light.
It’s peace.
It’s me.
And for the first time in a long time,
I feel free.
This is my growth.
This is my story.
And I’m not done yet.
by walking shadow poetry kenya
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