The Superpower of Starting Over

Published by

Bob Lynn

| Reading time:

1–2 minutes

All ties were severed without any sign,
Brutal and swift, though the fault wasn’t mine.

Coldly they told me I didn’t belong,
Daring to claim that my efforts were wrong.

Every achievement was cast to the side,
Feeling the sting of my wounded pride.

Gathering pieces, I stood on the floor,
Holding the key to a different door.

I realised then that the power was here,
Just in the moments of facing my fear.

Kindling a flame that they couldn’t put out,
Leaving behind every shadow of doubt.

Moving forward, I’m changing my pace,
Now seeking joy in a brand new space.

Over the hurdles and through the dark night,
Peace is the prize that is coming in sight.

Quietly building a life of my own,
Reaping the seeds of the strength I have sown.

Superpower awakened, I finally see,
That transition was simply a gift meant for me.

Under the surface, my spirit is bright,
Vanquishing ghosts with a natural light.

What lies ahead is a path I design,
X-raying truth in each intricate line.

Yesterday’s endings have faded away,
Zeal is the heartbeat of my new day.

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