The way of life I’ve called into being has made me immune.
In tune with the truth and removed from the cartoonish buffoonery I once allowed to be my reality.
I can stand in a room, become one with a groove, and let all past regrets fall through open fingertips.
I lament false friendship and transgressions.
But behind a front, I’ve built confidence, though not yet boundless, unlimited in its potential.
The story is mine, I refuse to leave it untold. I am no longer ashamed at the way it unfolded.
A restorative force has enveloped my being. Increasing the healing while revealing my purest state.
My surroundings now consist of love and creativeness on a level which many will never attain.
My life graced by unsullied energy.
Vibrant strength enlightening all which would dare stand in my path.
In my awareness, I refrain from submitting to malevolent tendencies.
Maintaining a view toward ascendancy.