
As the tears fall and the pain becomes so real
I must die
The memories of my past have come to haunt me yet again
I must die
Failure. Defeat. Trauma.
I must die
I have reach a pivotal point in my life where a part of me must die in order for another part of me to live
I must die to the opinions of others that have plagued my life
I must die to the comparisons that have been subliminally placed on my
I must die to the person I have become and rise in a newness of life of the person I long to be
The grief of this death has come and I must face it because if I don’t…… I will never live.
Much love,
Black Mama