Walking through life with the weight of the world upon my shoulders.
Pushing to break free from the chains of shame that bind me to my past.
To my mistakes.
To my fear.
To the constant threat of being found an impostor in my own skin.
I am not perfect.
But I will walk with shoulders back, eyes forward, chin lifted.
A silent, yet physical protest to the devils in my head,
whispering their words of guilt-inducing discouragement.
I will continue to try to live my life as I want to.
I will continue on.