I'm that star that was so low that I never got to shine.
That plane that never took off.
That Dream that was never there.
That girl afraid of difference.
Afraid of new beginnings and old endings.
That mind with endless thoughts, that heart with small beats.
The smile that was always there with no meaning.
I'm the eyes that kept seeing, kept seeing the suffering I wished to not see.
I'm like a war, a war that I fight alone with nothing but my bare, bruised, and blooded hands.
The war within myself, killing every inner enemy inside me, daily taking pieces of pain and shame from me.
The evil that surfaced every glare in the mirror.
The hands that were shaking before every hello.
Legs that were weaken after every goodbye.

But now I'm The star that rose, rose high enough to shine and conquer all that dared to look at it.
The pilot who was finally able to take off.
The dream that was set, thought out and complete.
The girl who's ready for a difference, and will no longer be defeat.
I'm learning from old endings and keeping them away from my new beginnings.
The mind who still thinks endlessly but endless thoughts leaves beautiful writings.
The biggest heart that beats louder than a giants steps.
The smile with an unimaginable story. And a mouth now that's willing to speak.
The eyes, the soaked eyes that saw nothing but misery see's nothing but hidden stories and reason.
I threw up my white flag and surrendered to happiness.
No longer I fight, no blood drawn I salute with the same battered blooded hands.
I let this pain inside me breathe with me, it helps molds me its no longer the enemy that controls me.

Every soft whisper that I spoke now is spoken as if it were millions.

No longer am I just a pretty face but a cover to many stories.
The hands that once shook, hold a firm shake, the legs that were weaken after every goodbye holds the weight that no longer is on my shoulders with grace.