Growing Confidence

I remeber the days

distant, as if in a haze

I remember the feeling 

gone, but still healing

I remeber the panic 

the seeminglingly never ending manic

I don't remeber when it happened,

but so suddenly the insecurities...were Abandoned 

and even now incapable of understanding 

I know, I found my voice. Strong. Confident. Comanding. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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