with mediocrity, i will attempt to name these poems as best as i can.

i am not the girl i was
two years ago
and i realize that painfully.
im the woman falling for the
same man,
but i have grown.

im a lot more comfortable with
how i view myself,
solitude
and the art of being alone,
but the violence of isolation
ive come to enjoy my art,
and ive realized i am bigger
than the wars ive fought
on my hands and knees.

i quit smoking which id realized
i had been doing since 14.
five years.
ive turned a bad habit into coffee
and ive stayed productive to
cool the sweats
and soothe the random shivers.

but i stand
with a microphone in my hand,
talking over an audience
with a voice im bringing to the world.
i speak about my life with understanding
as i let the universe hear my stories.
the girl on stage seeks compassion,
forgiveness,...