A Day After I Killed Myself

A Day After I Killed Myself

A day after I killed

the version of me who carried everything

alone in the dark,

I woke up lighter

surprised that the sky still knew my name.

A day after I buried

the tired voice

that told me I was not enough,

I felt the soil shift,

making room

for something new to grow.

A day after I ended

the life of the person who was always afraid,

I found myself breathing deeper,

standing a little taller,

wearing a skin that fit again.

I did not die

I shed.

I did not disappear

I changed.

And the world,

for the first time in forever,

felt possible.

A day after I killed my old self,

I met the me

that was trying to be born

all along.