the pegasus and dragon’s creed, the white streak

please read.

I was stranded

Not only from the people around me, but from myself

Playing mind games with my brain so I can be the person I wanted

Denying the facts that I thought I could deny so I could pretend I’m someone I’m not

I can’t pretend anymore

The steps to becoming the person I wanted to be were flawed

The wooden staircase was rotting every time I lifted my leg

I remember I was crying because of the splinters

But the silhouette it created was the real staircase

And now I’m climbing it

The white streak will resemble maturity and growth

I’m a little more comfortable with sacrificing my dysfunctional lifestyle for something more consistent

My two voices can stop fighting and somewhat harmonize

I’m ready to end the war at home and finally grow with my parents

I’m ready to forgive and love the ones who want to love me

I’m ready to set less expectations for the people around me that I should’ve known don’t care

I’m ready to stop waiting for death and looking at the future

And that’s fine

In a way I’m not changed, but grown.