Everyday I remember.
I remember who I once was
and why I chose to change.

I remember that dark hoodie
I would wear everyday like
a second skin clinging to the first.

It was a shell. A shield. A prison.

A prison built by my mind
and stored in my soul.
A prison too unnecessary
to hold on to.

I think of the change that occurred.

A change inspired by heartbreak.
A change that cracked open those imaginary walls
of my mind’s prison.

My spirit spills forth from those cracks now.
Its energy emanates from my deepest depths
and pauses for nothing, but to take in the beauty.

The beauty. Now that’s the best part.
For it is all my spirit sees now.
No “good”. No “bad. No “negativity”.

My third eye peers out from its harborage
and sees a vibrant universe measured
by the perspective I’ve carefully cultivated.

There is no judgement in my soul today.
No anger nor expectation possesses a seat power.
I gazed into the heart of the universe
and what gazed back at me was simple.
Simple life.