Dreaming Forward
There’s a version of me that lived in survival.
That tolerated too much, dimmed her light too often,
And called chaos “normal” because it was all she’d known.
That version of me?
She’s slowly becoming a memory.

These days, I find myself dreaming differently.
Not clinging to the past or replaying old wounds—
But gently, courageously, releasing them.
Thanking them for the lessons,
And letting them go.

I’m dreaming a new life into being.
One rooted in peace,
In purpose,
In joy that doesn’t come with conditions.
A life where I no longer beg to be chosen
Because I’ve already chosen me.

There’s an excitement brewing in my chest.
Not the adrenaline of old drama,
But the quiet thrill of self-respect.
New chapters.
New people.
New energy.
New me.

I don’t have all the answers yet,
But I have a vision.
And that’s enough to take the next brave step.

Because the past is a story I’ve outgrown—
And the future?
It’s mine to dream wide open.