The dark silhouette of myself lingers always. Sometimes behind me, chasing me, sometimes accompanying me by my side. The only time I am aware of my darker self is when this shadow is in front of me. It taunts and beckons but I still walk toward it without fear.
My darkness is a coward. I step forward unafraid and it refrains from engulfing me. I step forward quickly and it maintains the same distance as before.
As I step closer and closer the darker me becomes less powerful for I see me for who I am and embrace it with a willingness to change.
I will continue walking, I will continue chasing this shadow to let it know I am unafraid. I am ME now, flawed and imperfect.
I am grateful for these imperfections for without them I would not have the courage to walk towards myself.
My darkness is a coward. I step forward unafraid and it refrains from engulfing me. I step forward quickly and it maintains the same distance as before.
As I step closer and closer the darker me becomes less powerful for I see me for who I am and embrace it with a willingness to change.
I will continue walking, I will continue chasing this shadow to let it know I am unafraid. I am ME now, flawed and imperfect.
I am grateful for these imperfections for without them I would not have the courage to walk towards myself.