Whether it be prevailing in my purpose
or faltering in my filth,
I must keep moving forward,
these programmed thoughts running rampant in my head.
The voices that have been telling me since the days of my youth
the direction I must go.
Some are with good intention
and when I act on their behalf,
the possibilities become endless.
But others whisper doubt and impose shame,
and speak louder and more frequent than the ones with whom I hold my hope.
But as I see them now, my awareness is becoming my strength.
Strength to overcome those negative little voices in my head
that tell me to forget
I am actually learning to like myself again.