What Remains


You pulled away the masks, and I showed my true self.  It’s an image you adore.  You like the sass and the fight inside me.  You cheer whenever it’s brought to the surface.

Eventually, I threw away the masks.

But what remains?

You chipped away at the shields I had carried.  I thought they would keep me safe.  You told me I didn’t need them, and the shields were cast aside.

The walls were brought down too.  Brick by brick they fell away.

The dark corner that I had always retreated to for safety was now bathed in a glorious light.

What Remains?

What remains is a strong, confidant woman.  I no longer hide in the shadows.  I can now appreciate the fight and the sass in me.  I use it with abandon!  I stand proudly in the light and take what is rightfully mine.

I like who I am.

I am free.

I am enough.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

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