I fix affirmations on my tongue when morning shakes off the dawn
To scrape off the taste of anxiety that plagues and breaks down my form
My body plays host to ghosts that won't leave when the day is over
They smile like a friendly danger
I can barely recognize my savior
Angels gone rogue on both my shoulders
I am a strong believer in my potential to change the world
I am a curator of impossible dreams
I am the product of miracles that unfurl
When God commands the heavens to intervene
I chant affirmations like Psalms to keep the doubts and second-guessing at bay
Palm to palm, I calmly balm myself with permissions to slay
My heart is mid-session on a lesson on how to forgive
my bones when the flaws of my humanity is over pronounced and over lived
My steps are precise and my path is profound
I am focused on breathing and keeping my feet to the ground
Who hasn't channeled the art of pretense as often as I?
Allowing replicas of others' feigned personas to champion the present version of self
When you can't wait to get home to unveil the facade
To break down to your knees and exclaim a cry for help.
I am enough
I am enough
I am enough