The First Step

Everyday, I look at myself in the glass.The torn girl. Hiding her scars Sitting around without a purpose. Cluttering her mind with questions. It felt like a never ending journey. I wanted to explore. Myself. Yet I could never take the first step. I didn’t know what it was, where it was or how do I do it. I just wanted to want. Wanted to want to do something. Just shake myself and rise. It was still impossible.

Drained of ideas. Searching for myself. Trying to discover. That’s when I looked into the mirror again. And at my reflection, not past it. It all clicked. All the girl in the mirror wanted was her own love.

I have taken my first step. Have you?

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