MySelf

The only way to change is to take control of you.

All the pain I've felt; heartbreaks I've had, were pushing to my potential.

Pushing me to my Potential, Not my limit: There's a difference.

My potential to grow, then lead and expand.

My potential to open up and be a voice for the shy.

But this is my truth, my awakening and epiphany.

The moment where I stand and love myself.

The moment I choose myself over running back to that familiar source of "ease"

Ease made me go numb; sex made me think "he loved me"

But his love wasn't the thing I needed...

My Love. My Peace. My Energy.

I Needed... My Self. 

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This poem is about: 
Me

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