I used to wake up every morning,
With a weight on my chest,
Feeling like the world was too big,
And I was too small to exist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see, there\u2019s this voice inside my head,
It told me lies every day,
\u201cYou\u2019re not enough,\u201d it whispered,
\u201cWhy even try? Just stay away.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019d stand in front of the mirror,
But couldn\u2019t meet my own eyes,
Because what I saw staring back at me,
Were reflections of the lies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019d see others shining,
Bright like the sun,
While I hid in the shadows,
Afraid of being the one who\u2019s undone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But then, one day, I heard another voice,
Quiet at first, but it started to grow,
It came from deep within,
A place I didn\u2019t even know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It said, \u201cYou are more than these doubts,
More than these fears,
You are the sum of all your battles,
And you\u2019ve made it through the years.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I took a step,
Though my legs were weak,
And with each breath I took,
I found the strength I\u2019d seek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I faced the lies,
Stared them down,
And in that moment,
I took back my crown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, when I speak,
I do it with pride,
Because I know my worth,
And I no longer hide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To anyone out there,
Battling the same fight,
Know that your story isn\u2019t over,
You\u2019re just stepping into the light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019re stronger than you think,
Braver than you know,
And even when you fall,
It\u2019s just a chance to grow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So lift your head,
And don\u2019t be afraid to be seen,
Because the voice that once broke you,
Can also set you free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking shadow poetry Kenya<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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Just stay away.\u201d I\u2019d stand in front of the mirror,But couldn\u2019t meet […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2457,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[97,25,98],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-2456","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/pexels-photo-26830434.jpeg?fit=867%2C1300&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2496,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/the-fear-of-telling-you-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2456,"position":0},"title":"The Fear of Telling You by walking shadow poetry.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"August 28, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"I see you every day,Your smile so bright and warm,And every time our eyes meet,My heart takes on a storm. 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