I used to stand in front of the mirror,
Staring at a face that I didn\u2019t know,
Fingers tracing lines I wished would disappear,
Eyes searching for a spark that refused to show.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I heard whispers in my mind,
Telling me I wasn\u2019t enough,
Each word echoing through my soul,
Making every breath feel tough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hid behind a smile,
Pretending I was fine,
But deep inside, I was crumbling,
Breaking down line by line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I avoided the eyes of others,
Afraid they\u2019d see right through,
That they\u2019d notice the cracks in my armor,
The pain I thought only I knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But one day, something shifted,
A voice inside me softly spoke,
\u201cYou are more than your doubts,
You are more than what they evoke.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I started to listen to that voice,
And the mirror began to change,
The lines I once despised,
Became a part of my range.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I saw strength in my reflection,
A survivor who fought to be,
Not just the face in the mirror,
But the person who\u2019s finally free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Free from the chains of self-doubt,
From the weight of others’ words,
I started to walk with purpose,
Like a caged bird breaking free, unfurled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now when I look at that mirror,
I see someone brave and strong,
Someone who\u2019s been through the battles,
But kept moving all along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So if you\u2019re lost in the shadows,
And you\u2019re feeling like you\u2019re not enough,
Remember, even in the darkest night,
You can find a way to rise above.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not about perfection,
Or being who you think you should be,
It\u2019s about loving who you are,
And setting your own soul free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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