What would a perfect day look like to me?
What a great question
I guess it would be to break entirely free,
From this cursed nightmare called ‘people pleasing’.
It would be me waking up and not despising the outcome of each day
Man, that would be euphoric
I can see it now, painted like this
A cool, refreshing breeze flowing through my long brown hair
Whispering inspirational ideas in my ear
I would actually be me, who I was meant to be.
And not being scared to be free
My life to be more than just me
I want to be a part of something bigger,
Like setting others free
Breaking them free from their burdens,
Their shame, Their guilt… Regret.
Helping them overcome trials against them
But in order to do that, I have to break free myself
So I wouldn’t be fooling anyone with my frauded hypocrisy
My perfect day would consist of these things,
Not blinded by favoritism, helping those in need
Breaking shackles off of peoples burdened feet
Setting all of Lifes’ captives free
It starts with me
I will fight to win this perfect day
For it catapults me to be the woman I strive to be
I want to feel victories wind breeze past me
As I run in this journey of self love
The day of perfection, I will be
Bold, I won’t cower to the bullies in life that antagonize me
Courageous, I won’t hesitate to do what’s right
Brave, I will do what is needed for my peace
Loving, I won’t let bitterness ruin my integrity
Happy, I won’t let others steal my joy
Kind, I will not stop treating everyone with respect
Discreet, I will only open up to those I trust
Discerning, I will know who to trust
I will be strong.
So that I won’t let others steam roll over me
Truly let their remarks, roll of my back
I will be completely unbothered by the negative words
Only spewed to hurt me, or to control me
I am not their puppet, not even my own
I will be the woman who is dignified and walks in grace,
But I will be bold and stand my ground unafraid.
I will make choices that benefit me, and those who love me
I will no longer make sacrifices to those who only hate me
Man, what a day
I will wake up, day in and day out
Putting on my game face, and my war paint
Wielding my shield that was meant to protect
Fearlessly charging with unwavering Faith
But, something seems off, what is it?
I can feel it in my bones.
I look down at my hip, and had a realization
I have a sheath, what is that I see?
I dusted off my sword, which waited for me patiently
I finally use it to combat the things trying to hurt me
Which each swipe, I break my own shackles free
So that I can be the me that I was meant to be
To me, that would be the perfect day,
The first day of the rest of my life.
That pining for freedom turning into my reality
That would catapult me into my destiny
Each step with liberty
Pure joy
Loving myself
So I can truly love others
Man, what a day
What a perfect day.