'Declaration of Self' by Ravyn LaRue

Well, it’s happening again-
The collective “they” warned me about this.
Right when you feel all set and comfy with your identity-
All the factors of your life start changing.
You’re the rat who built a home in the cogs of an old windmill-
Only to be swept out homeless, by the time the next storm sets in
I’m finding comfort in obsession and unhealthy habits,
Simple as that-
But that only make things worse.
But this is a declaration of self for all I do know:
I need to keep on moving no matter how the ice cracks beneath me.
If I stay focussed on my dreams
I am not the thing that matters-
They are.
And amidst all this turbulence, I will be what I always was.
A shell.
I am a shell that encapsulates all I am and ever was.
I mustn’t be afraid of losing my past or my future.
I’m stuck with both, regardless.
I may be more tearful now, for good reason-
But I’m also more positive.
I’m prepared for this shift.
I know I have spirits of infinite power within me.
And these cracks that are spreading across my skin-
Might end up being just another way for those spirits to spill out.
I need to do this.
I’ve never been more sure of anything.
I need to create with all of my heart and soul.
And though it means traveling to a distant land-
Where winds blow and I am a stranger-
I need to do this.
I have that truth inside that, if woven rightly into a story-
Could mean the world to someone somewhere.
I’m recklessly self-righteous
But right now, I might need to be, to keep me afloat-
As my always stagnant world finally crashes down around me-
In hopes of making room for a brighter future.
And I must be that constant.
My soul is the same one I was born with
And as small as that is-
It is enough.