I stand, face to face with myself.
Looking at the wrinkles, the lines,
And the fat bits, the saggy bits.
And the tears.
I can’t hide anymore, I am out in the open.
Vulnerable, exposed, naked,
Standing in the cold rain.
Alone with my fears.
I am stripped bare, no more running,
Facing the wolves alone,
No one to protect me.
I must fight.
What now? There’s no going back,
Its happening so fast,
I have to trust, to believe.
This. Is. Right.