As I am

It was on this day that I sat on the hardwood floors, pondering how things came to be in this moment. Reminiscing over the portraits of mother and father, I yearn for their guidance and presence during todays sitting.

I’ve always loved that I was given my mothers eyes despite their betrayal in my attempts to hide my innermost turmoil, her aura is with me. Soothing my rousing anxieties, allowing me to find peace and strength through thoughts of my upbringing. Losing myself in memory, I remind myself that I can conquer anything. I lift my chin, reach for the confidence I had buried only moments ago, banish the insecure thoughts and ready myself. For this is the day I will will be cast in colorful ink, to be hung on the wall alongside my ancestors, and I am proud to have played a part in history.