Golden

Silence was once the master of madness

It spurred the hurricanes that would pick every item up

All the doubts and insecurities

I came to believe it was all I was

Now silence is the master of reflection

In moments of white noise, I focus on my breaths

I try my hardest not to think of all that has harmed me

Instead, I focus on the rainbows in the aftermath

20 years old, forever growing

Always collecting new "firsts"

Still disappointed when they aren't glowing

Not beholden to my past, but still holding it

Learning so much about myself and my values

Sometimes it takes long to fully absorb

And my mistakes, I don't fight them

I accept all I am and how I am the best example of being human

Could fight all day with imaginary adversaries

Those who take shape after sadness and surface depth

But slowly I'm putting out less punches

It's their loss

Even without them, I am still golden

12/7/24