HOUSE-POET

I’ve changed a lot over the years. I’ve learned to forgive myself for trying to fix things that weren’t really mine to fix. I’m growing beyond the spaces I used to occupy. I’m learning to let go of the different versions of myself I created to get through tough times. I won’t settle for just doing the bare minimum anymore. Trust doesn’t come easy for me — I might always have some doubts at first, and that’s okay. Maybe next time someone tries to hold my heart, I’ll hesitate a little, and that’s perfectly fine. I don’t feel the need to be constantly seen because I understand that real growth often happens quietly, away from prying eyes. People won’t see the chaos behind my calm or the scars of my healing — those scars are reminders of the battles I’ve fought and the lessons I’ve learned. Now, I’m learning to understand myself better, without needing anyone else to understand me. I’m slowly piecing myself back together, grateful for everyone I’ve met along the way — until I met myself.