Today.
I took a hammer to the old me.
Violently.
Pelted the memories
I had of myself -
Itched in insecurity and clothed in felt.
And as the last blow was dealt,
I stood crying.
Not because of mourn
But because of morning -
This morning.
And the way
The sun rose and purveyed,
Me to step out of shade
And into my strength.
It was enough to beat away
All of my pain.
Today.
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