Fixing Myself
Fixing myself was never easy,
It took years—and sweat, and tears.
Grief piled on top of that made the road greasy,
And I lost my balance so many times...
Fixing myself got harder while learning to be a parent.
It was like ice skating on perfect ice—
Full speed, no idea how to stop.
It was like building a house of cards near an air current.
Like taking your car to get fixed at the worst shop.
Fixing myself was never easy.
And of course it wasn’t—
I went about it all wrong.
There was nothing to fix.
I just needed to change the mirror.
I wasn’t broken.
I am not broken.
I’m learning how to love myself
The way I was never loved.
I never had to fix myself.
