My Identity

It’s there –
It has always been there.

Buried beneath the rubble,
Waiting to be rescued.

Layer by layer,
I peel away my doubt.

And then, in sight –
My identity, who I am.

At last, I embrace it again –
A rush of joy,
A fresh start,
A new beginning,

Like a flower bursting open,
Revealing endless possibilities.

It’s been so long,
Held captive by my mind,
Trapped by fear,
Hostage to irrational thoughts.

But now, finally –
Liberated,
Waking from the slumber,
Escaping the nightmare.

Saved by a hero –
A hero who has always been me.

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