Living Through My Words

Living comes with challenges.

Living comes with filters. 

Living comes with fears.

Writing words that feel almost unlike my own. Who controls my hand?

She stands behind my eyes. She screams at me for change. "No longer

hide! No longer quiet!" Thoughts are a gift given from her but can I use them?

Thoughts I place strategically. Thoughts that are actually my own.

Living comes with fears I have overcome.

Living comes with filters I have broken through.

Living comes with challenges I am ready to face.

Because I felt through my words.

Living through my words at last.