I am a Queen

Trying out this new thing;

Called Adulting.

I seem to have grown once more

without even realizing it.

No longer do I feel worthless

no longer do I feel alone

no longer do I speak to myself

degrading

causing panic dear.

Oh yes

the blackest voice is there

whispering

hissing

making me doubt….

myself….

my abilities….

me.

Countered with

a litney of good:

Funny

Smart

Beautiful

Independent

words to some

lifelines

to keep me sane.

I stand

the pier soaked beneath my feet

deep cleansing

breath in breath out….

Golden Girl.

Golden Queen.

Golden Princess

no more.

Queen of my life

Queen of my destiny

Queen of my confidence.

Queen of my Soul.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

July 2/18

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