Known but unknown

Many days people see. I mean I stand out like a giant in the ginger my aura gleams so bright. Yet I hide away not from freight better I like to be out of site. At a time of love the light for all the accomplishments I have done. No support though just my two feet and good intentions action scene ends back hiding Off in the cage, I feel like an animal people staring but they don’t understand bidding to the highest bidder and trying to figure me out until finally someone closes the door. I scream no more will I let the pain of the past hold on to me like tyranny tyrants punching bag golden gloves fledged by statistical past poverty stricken speak up just enough but not loud can you hear me? Constantly battling worthiness because it was never taught to me. Self-proclaimed false identity holding on to so much pain finally seeing the resentment it created in me festering the inability to just let anyone ever get close to me. The one that did was the mirror of my past shattered the glass between holding on realizing my past is my past and letting it go the is no holding on. I have to be and love me and be in peace to set myself. No longer shackled by preconditions of trauma I release these bonds as the chains are broken free to finally allow myself to become who I’m meant to be.