Never Ending Journey

Back in the day, no one could have told me

That I would not solve this mystery,

Of figuring out just who and what I wanted to be.

Not knowing I could become whoever I wanted to see

In the mirror.

But as I get older

It becomes a lot clearer

To me

That I am empowered to grab a hold of my destiny.

And if I am not continually growing,

I do not have the victory.

Celebrate each accomplishment.

But do not become complacent

With whom you are in that moment.

Because as long as your body has breath

You are always changing, even as you rest.

Now it’s funny to me of how

I used to walk around with my head held down.

As if there was no air in my chest.

As if I wasn’t as good as the rest.

Searching for approval with those in the same ship as me.

Blinded to the fact that I am the only artist that molds the clay that makes me.

Thanks to those whom encouraged me to see

That the decision to become who I am now and will be

Does not come with a cost of selling myself out.

But without a doubt

Is free.

Who I am now and later is up to me.

And discovering myself

Is a never ending journey.