The thing about growing is that sometimes
it looks like leaving people behind,
growing out of them.

Caught up in the outcome, the rainbows and sunshine,
I find myself needing to be reminded of the journey, one dominated by pain and re-forming.

Is it selfish to want better for yourself?
Is it fake to change, to be different than the origin?
Is it wrong to live in your truth even if others don't see it as so?


If so, throw the first stone.

But don't be surprised when I use it to build something beyond Your wildest dreams.

If so, light a match.
Set me on fire.

And watch as I shine brighter than the stars in the sky .
As my light flickers on your face.
As beautiful strength rises from the ashes.

I may be selfish, but it is me who got me here, and me who will remain.