From all that was.
The road leads ahead not backwards.
Alone you must face
All that this world has to offer.
Friends, soul sisters, confidantes
All are fractions of your imagination.
It is your battle.
You must fight it on your own.
Derive your strength from your roots
So you can branch out
Let them not strangle you.
Let them only balance you.
Make your own rules
But let them be derived from the roots.
Make your own boundaries
But let them stem from what has been instilled
And willingly taken.
Let them laugh, criticize.
Let them click their tongues and say,
“She’s gone all wrong.”
The time is ripe.
Let go of inhibitions
Let the real you emerge.