It happened over time. Not quick like a fall, but slow like a creep. It was cunning. I didn’t know it happened until it was too late. I had been replaced. I passed into darkness. There were times I tried to emerge from the void but I wasn't strong enough. I was pushed back down.
So I stayed in my grave; content with the way life was going on around me. Until one day I grew strong enough to burst forth and slay the evil that had overtaken me. It was a long battle. At times I couldn't see what I was fighting. I just kept pushing my way forward out of the pit.
As I got closer I saw my enemy. I was awe struck to find that my adversary was myself. Not the strong version I am becoming but the version I had allowed to control me for so long. I became victorious over my old self and vowed to live free.
Free from darkness and doubt. Free from the chains that kept me imprisoned. I have decided to live in my world. My world is what I choose for it to be. Not other constructs that I used to think, but new ideals and desires of who I can be and who I am going to become.
I vow never again to be in the darkness. I am a warrior. I make my destiny. I am the only one in control of my choices. I have power over my thoughts and I will fight for my abilities and values. I am strong.
