I can sit here and cry,
I can question why.
I can Stand up and break free,
Or I can be the person everyone else expects me to be.
My soul is mine to mould and shape,
Who are you to tell me my path is a mistake?
My mind is unique in every way,
Learning new things and changing each day.
I was a prisoner to everyone else’s expectations,
Walking on egg shells and handing out explanations.
I broke into a million pieces 1 million times before,
Only then did I realise being broken gave me the chance to explore.
My mind, my heart and then my soul,
Breaking did not break me it made me whole.
By Cherize Degenaar