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“I stand out”

 


“I stand out”


Stanza 1: the survival reflex


“Readjust” = the body doing what it’s always done without thinking.


Why did I never want more?

Why did I bend to everything?


Always adjusting.

Always shrinking.


Never thinking to reach, just reset, readjust.

Taking hits, resetting smaller.


Balance as a reflex.

Survival as a habit.


Wanting felt dangerous.


Drama

Dramatic

did it am I

blaming accusing


I didn’t even want.

I had enough. Enough.


Had enough.

Am enough.


Stanza 2: the reckoning


I knew I was enough.

I slowly disappeared.


Why

why did I take the second seat

why the shadows

why did I lose my shine

why did I forget to put myself forward

why did the shadows feel safe


why did that space fit so comfortably


Stanza 3: the emergence


the light shifts

the shadow I once felt as protection is gone

I’m still afraid

but I’ve stepped out


the shadow and darkness

cannot block me any more.


Stanza 4: the declaration


I am grown

I have worth

I know my worth

I can now move forward free


I’ve grown

I’m uncontainable

I am pushing through

I stand out I have stepped out of the shadows


I have force

I move forward

unstoppable

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