Redemption

It’s possible.

We might even, crave it.

Many years, people looked over us. We were passed us over. Occasionally someone took notice. Fuck, what you could be. There’s some kind of potential there, who knows where, but it’s somewhere you could go.

There’s a crutch, there’s a niggling injury. Something which holds us back.

We’re inconsistent. Stunning and outstanding at times, relegated and obtuse at others. At odds with our own progress.

One step forward: four steps back. Four steps forward: three steps back. Repeat.

They’re not even sure you want it. They don’t really know you. You’re not even sure you know much at all, but you listen. They guide you. You make choices based upon this assessment. You don’t really know yourself.

Metaphorical movements…. it’s not really like this. I’m learning. I’ve learnt. There is always more to learn, but honestly, I’ve grown. I’ve moved past this paradigm. There’s a mould I struggle to no longer fit into.

They’re looking at your shadow.

Suffered through rejection, and learnt. Change, it is a beast. It’s the unavoidable nightmare. What will tomorrow bring? A fresh face, with the power to stave off the ghosts.

Those are not even real

You’ve watched lesser people move forward. You have inside, a desire, a want, a need. You have the strength to get there. You have the power to be what you want to be. Sometimes, people see it. They tell you. You can be more than you are. It will not be easy, to challenge the view of those around.

Fuck those people.

They don’t know you.

Your redemption is for you. Redeem yourself in your own eyes to let go of the past. It’s ok.

You’re going to make it.