At twenty-five, a weight upon my chest, 
Spring cleaning thoughts, seeking peace, seeking rest. 
Amidst the clutter, my heart felt so frail, 
Rebuilding my worth, as old dreams began to pale. 

Why did I chase what left me so hollow, 
A shattered reflection, a path hard to follow? 
Justifying choices wrapped in despair, 
Believing I didn’t deserve love’s tender care. 

Each lie a punishment, a chain tightly wound, 
Wondering in silence if hope could be found. 
The mirror’s gaze pierced, “Is this truly me?” 
In the depths of my struggle, I longed to be free. 

Self-reflection like fire, igniting the night, 
Unraveling whispers, reclaiming my light. 
At twenty-five, I rise from the pain, 
Embracing my journey, no longer in vain.

~ Written by K.inthia