Threads of Who I Am

I've been pulling at the threads of who I am inside,

Watching all the tangled pieces slowly come untied.

Every truth I ran from, every fear I tried to hide-

They're the reasons I survived.

The night reflects the parts of me that used to fade,

Showing all the colors I forgot I made.

Is this real life or a quiet masquerade

Where I'm finally unafraid?

And when my doubts unwind,

A gentler voice I find-

Soft and undefined,

Saying, "you're allowed to shine."

I follow every thread of who I am,

Woven through the moments that I didn't understand.

Every broken feeling turns into a new strand

Pulling me toward the light.

And I rise when the old shapes fall apart,

Every tangled knot revealing something of my heart.

If the universe is shifting, maybe this is where I start-

Becoming what feels right.

Sometimes I fear the softness that's beneath my skin,

Afraid that being open lets the darkness in.

But the truth is softer than it's ever been-

Like it wants me to begin.

I breathe slow and the threads start to reconnect,

Showing me the patterns that my pain once kept.

Maybe healing isn't one big step-

Just the courage to reflect.

And when the night feels long,

A voice says, "you belong."

Quiet but so strong-

It's been guiding me all along.

I follow every thread of who I am,

Woven through the moments that I didn't understand.

Every broken feeling turns into a new strand

Pulling me toward the light.

And I rise when the old shapes fall apart,

Every tangled knot revealing something of my heart.

If the universe is shifting, maybe this is where I start-

Becoming what feels right.

Every tear becomes a line,

Every fear another sign,

Every flaw I once defined

Now feels almost divine.

Now I follow every thread of who I am,

Not afraid to see the parts I never dared to scan.