I finally realised ..
I wasn’t trapped in my story.
These were chapters I inherited,
written in the margins of others’ pain.
Through the dull ache of childhood neglect,
and the enduring weight of unmet needs,
I carried detritus from lives not mine,
burdens I was never meant to bear.
But now,
I turn the page.
Begin again.
I hold the pen now.
I write my own ending.
And in this ending
my riches shine bright,
bathed in the golden glow of self-worth.
I reclaim who I could have been,
embrace who I am now,
and craft a chapter
filled with self-love
proud,
unbreakable,
mine.