BOLD.

I can remember being stuck in the background. 
Always ignored and never good enough. 
Just wanting to be noticed, and for my accomplishments to be seen. 
Yet, fear of disappointment and failure had a way of creeping in and taking over. 
Scared that what I did would never be good enough, I kept hiding. 
Until one day a spark was lit in me. 
It was as if my bubble of fear had been popped. 
A sudden feeling of boldness overtook my fear of disappointment and failure. 
My true colors and talents had finally been revealed. 
I was no longer afraid. 
I would no longer hold back. 
I am free. I am bold. 

I won't lose this war.

The slow drift and beats of Frank Sinatra circle around me.
The pounding of the rain against my window eased me into
a sudden place of security.
It's times like these when I drift away, away into my own
little world.
Yet, as thoughts of wanting perfection grasp my mind, I lose control.
Knowing that perfection is just simply not possible, I find myself
drifting back to reality. The pounding of the rain gets louder.
The music that had once calmed me is throwing me into a rage.
I close my eyes and try to get ahold of myself.
I begin to push through the war stirring in my heart.
As I finally reach reality I can feel my strength returning.
My heart is no longer battling. Perfection has fled from my thoughts.
I'm letting go, letting go of what I wish I could have.
Instead, I'm taking ahold of what I do have.