‘Ana//Me
I have awoken to so many parts of myself that I never knew existed. I have rubbed my eyes haphazardly as I stood staring at my own reflection; for glaring back was a woman I did not recognise. A ghost, a figure, a soul lost upon the realms of this fabricated world - grasping at the fragments of reality that passed by.
Beneath what I own, beyond my achievements and hidden in the folds of cloth are words unspoken, stories buried and a fire that has been ignited one too many times. The wood has dampened in the rain, the sun has yet to rise and in the darkness do I become aware of every emotion I have concealed.
But from the cracks do I surge. From the ashes to I ascend; and from the broken pieces do I build the sacred collection of all that I have come to be. I reach out beyond my remit, challenge, sacrifice and learn. I peek out of the castle I have built and shudder as the cold air injects me with adrenaline. A motivation to be the best of myself, to do as I please; to cease the attempt to conform to societal ways.
I am beautifully broken. Riddled with faults as I strive a path to amend. I have secured a space in the middle of nowhere; and there did I find my peace.