Wan and withered I stood before the mirror
The cold water soothe my sleep deprived face
My eyebrows aren't plucked,my hair ain't tucked
Dark thoughts have clustered underneath my eyes

How far I've walked
How far I've come
For people who never held my feet in their laps
Nor clutched me tight when I was oozing from their hands

How much I gave
How much I accepted
How much I loved
Only to be left out as a pitiful grain of sand in a desert of insignificance
How much I allowed the horse in me to be tamed
When I should have let it run wild into the horizon
How much I was a butterfly
When I should have been a bee

My image stare back at me
Broken as it may be
There dwells fireflies in my eyes still
The familiar smirk in my lips
And somewhere in them I see my confidence
Of a woman brave enough to try and lose
Of a woman strong enough to laugh and cry
Of a woman who love her a little more than yesterday

So I embrace all my flaws and all my bruises
Because I am the boss
Young wild and free
Unapologetic in that am I.
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