This Is My Therapy

I picked up my mic and recited my old saying 
still me, still peace, still stronger than yesterday.
No matter how hard I would fall, no matter 
how much I wanted to break away from this life
and try to live a lie. I sometimes felt I would
die from the insecurities and the past entities 
of inner demons, but I picked up my mic and recited
that old peaceful poetry that I was stronger than 
yesterday, that I was a different me yesterday
reciting it to myself like it’s therapy. 

Recited it like old poetry, relieved the scenes like
intense therapy. Watched me cry in the mirror
and break my own soul being honest with my
heart floating behind a mirror of thin silver and gold.
Wanted my true colors back, that black and bold, that
red and brave, the dark blue and true. Telling myself
I gotta be true to me again, honest with my soul
again. 

Don’t touch me...

This is my therapy.

I picked up my old book, and it took me on a journey 
to the past memories, my old, not yet concrete
sanity, back to my vanity and pretending that
I had it all together. Picked up my old collections 
and did a quick reflection, looking for protection from
the old insecruites. That I was ready to take on the 
world, but in reality I was only playing an old
worn out identity, trying to finish it’s ending scene
in a dark room bleeding.

Read it like old me, realized that I was stronger
than I was back then. That I’m so much braver
and older than yesterday. Told myself as I fell
to the floor asking God what is in store for my now
grey soul, for my cold heart which I’m trying to 
warm up without having the ice break it apart. 
Reading that old me, reminding me that I was 
not as strong as I was today, and I still made it
to this very moment. Recited like old poetry 
singing while reflecting on old memories. 

Don’t touch me...

This is my therapy. 

Wore my colors again on my back, what was true.
That black and bold, that red and brave, that dark blue 
and true. Recited my old endless saying fighter, fight
everyday, breaker, breaking the new demons just like
the old ones. Winner in the ending which only leads to 
a new beginning. This is my therapy, this is my 
new breakthrough. Knowing everything will never
just be okay, but a new day to keep believing 
in me. Just keep winning everyday no matter
what life throws at me. 

This is my therapy, a breakthrough to my new
day. 

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