Breathing Again

Last year I was trapped

Between who i am and who I wanted to be

Stuck between everything and nothing.

Months later I was suffering

Under the fever of insecurities

Taking over my every cell

Killing it slowly.

Weeks passed by

I was running in circles

Not knowing where to find peace

It's hidden in memories or underneath me.

Four days go

I was pacing left to right

Not understanding where my passion begins and where it ends

Today I realized

Being me is enough.

Changing me won't help.

Accepting me is feeling alive

I'm breathing again.