A year has ended.
A year measured in shameful wounds
And hushed bandages.
This new year, I will not hesitate in the entryway.
I will inflict the pain of sharp stinging ghosts
In order to rip off old band-aids.
I will hold my head high as I carry the remaining scars
And the textured lessons woven into them.
I’ve thrown away the band-aid of self hatred,
And in the scars lays remnants of old battles,
That I must fight fight fight
The dark, death cloud that wishes to consume
My mind and my body,
And with each punch I will scream
“I love my body, I love my entire being”
Even when it hurts, even when it burns,
Even when the dark, death cloud
Tastes sweet in my throat.
I’ve thrown away the band-aid of toxins,
And scars blistering with hurtful words
Remind me that I must constantly clear my system
Of the people who have planted themselves
Like heavy, hateful anchors inside of my soul,
Because I have found that it is better to be alone
Than to be in the company of someone
Who makes you feel anything less than whole.
I’ve thrown off the band-aid of docile
And my victim scars will remind me every day
How important it is to stand up
and to be unafraid of the word no no no.
I’ve thrown off the band-aid of judgement
And my scars remind me that I am
Not superior, nor any better,
And everyday I will scrub my eyes
Of the dirt, of the gossip, of the bias
And try my best to see clear and open.
I will not hesitate in the entryway of this new year.
I will conquer with confidence
And love and strength
And scars that hold lessons
And a thoroughly cleansed soul.