The First Breath

The weight of the name has been lifted,
The heavy armor is cast on the ground.
I am standing in a silence so different
Than the one where the insults are found.
​Starting over looks like a morning
Where I don't have to check for the rain�"
Where a mistake is just a moment,
And a tear doesn't come with a stain.
​I am building a house with no "should-haves,"
With windows that let in the grace.
I am looking at my own reflection
And finally liking the face.
​I am free to be "weak" and be powerful,
To be quiet, or loud, or just be.
For the first time in all of my history,
The only one judging is me.
​And I find that I’m much more forgiving,
More patient, more steady, and deep.
I am finally sowing the kindness
That I’ve always been longing to reap.
​The "McElroy" blood is a story,
But the Spirit is where I begin.
Starting over is losing the battle,
So that I can finally win.

Author's Note

I would politely recommend that you refer to Human First and Silent Legacy for context.