When I was young, I was always cold,
Cold because of loneliness, inadequacy and a feeling of being unloved and un cared for.
One day, judgement approached me and said it would keep me warm and be my friend,
The next day, jealousy approached me and said it would keep me warm and be my friend,
The next day, self – criticism approached me and said it would keep me warm and be my friend,
So, my little fingers clutched on to these new friends and wove a blanket to keep me warm and protected from the worldly elements.
I am a grown woman now, I realize that I do not need my loyal friends anymore,
While they have been keeping me warm, they have been slowly burning away parts of my tender soul,
I am charred and burnt so badly in some parts that I do not recognize myself.
I prepare to shed my old blanket and step out into the cold world,
Knowing fully well that I will feel chilly most times,
In those times, I will reach for my new blanket, one of hope, faith and righteousness.