Rediscovering

Rediscovering myself has been a quiet journey
like finding a familiar face in a crowd I forgot existed.

I lost touch with who I was,
buried under expectations, fears, and old wounds.

But bit by bit, I’m peeling back those layers,
remembering what makes me feel alive,
what lights a fire in my soul.

It’s not always easy
sometimes painful to face what I left behind,
sometimes scary to step into the unknown.

But rediscovering feels like coming home
to a part of me I thought was lost forever,
but was just waiting to be found again.

And that feels like hope.

Blessed.