Dear Self,
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I quit.
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I no longer want to be the person that I used to be.
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I give up the notion that I should have a certain look, speak a certain way and take a specific step.
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I don’t have to follow the path that is expected of me or the precedent footsteps of our parents before.They don’t share my story.
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I refuse to succumb to a road that is familiar for the sake of your comfort. We don’t have the same song.
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Yes I look like you but I am not you.
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I feel, smell, love, think and breathe differently. Much different.
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I am done dying to myself to keep you alive.
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You are dead to me.
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I choose life anew.
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My thoughts elevate me to a place higher than you would have ever gone.
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We are no longer in sync.
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My spirit man has become the voice of reason and I hear her loud and clear.
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I won’t miss you. No sir, I won’t.
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I gladly welcome the bright future that awaits and I am never looking back.
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