Goodbye, Old Friend

Right before you step into alignment, fear and doubt often get the loudest. It’s almost like they sense their time is ending and fight for one last grip. I’ve been feeling that — the old voices rising, trying to remind me of everything I’ve already outgrown.

This poem is my goodbye to them.

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My old voice is back.

She’s louder than ever this time.

I thought she was gone.

I thought this new me was grounded, doing fine.

But more integration is needed.

The shadows are not yet defeated.

More work must be done.

This time we will not give in.

We will not kill it.

We will listen. We will accept.

We will not judge.

I hear you—fear.

I hear you—self-doubt.

I hear you—the need to control.

I hear you—anxiety.

But the circle is closed. I’m sorry. There’s no way in.

Goodbye, my old friend.

There’s no need for us to meet again.