Playing the Part

The act has become the reality.

I was being what I thought I had to be.

Disregarding what came naturally.

For the good or the bad.

Ignoring the instincts that I had.

To curse you out or to hold your hand,

To follow my heart or join the band,

Holding back the tears when I’m sad,

Covering my mouth when I want to laugh…

Pretending to like the fads.

Yet, preferring to be simply clad.

Never really being me…

Failing to unveil my truths

Afraid of what anyone would think.

From a child to a woman with insecurities that are crippling.

Wondering if I’ll ever stop hindering me?

If I’ll get out my way?

I’m tired from the wrestling and feeling restless each day.

I pray and I pray…

I’d like to believe it’s not in vein.

That sooner than later I fall into my place

Like the stars that light the way and fill heavens space.

As single grain of sand and the footprint it helps to create.

Will my desire for freedom overcome my stagnation?

The future happens to be constant and unabated.

I can’t actually be tired of waiting if I don’t do what it takes to make changes.

I pray and I pray…

That whatever it means to BE me…


With unwavering faith.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Tania Walker says:

    Hats off to this one! You definitely spoke words from MY heart as well! Favorite lines…. From a child to a woman…wonder if I’ll ever stop hindering me…
    Also, God has such a sense of humor and a plan B/c my comment yesterday “sooner than later” was not a coincidence…it was by design and in time we will see!

    GREAT WORK! You keep unintentionally & effortlessly growing in levels to this and thats awesome!

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    1. Thank you for being supportive ♥️


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