The Me I Used to Be

Me, broken, floating in the Void,

the trauma endured,

the scars healing, from

the me I used to have to be.

No longer needed, are some

of the old tools of survival,

now, it is time to live again.

Put away the fighter's mind

and the violence he keeps,

you tell him: you found yours.

Me, healing, floating in the Void.

awakened to new possibilities

and a new hope.

I barely even remember

the me I used to be.

That shadow, that shade

of darkness I cloaked myself in

for protection...

no longer needed,

I rise, and emerge,

I surface and climb higher...

transcending all thought into 

a pure feeling that draws me 

into itself.