I am finally giving up--
on the thought that I am not good enough,
because I fought an arduous battle
to keep the real me intact.

I am done with everything--
that dragged me lower than I already am,
I must keep on going up despite these
rocks that burden my climb.

I am finished living--
in fear of what the ends will be,
because I will start moving forward
and greet the uncertainty with glee.

I am through with saying I can do it--
and start acting upon it.