THE BOOK OF ME

They say don’t look back,

but how do you move forward

if you never honor where you’ve been?

Every chapter mattered.

Every scar taught me something.

This isn’t a perfect story…

it’s an honest one.

This… is the book of me.

Every page is written in ink and tears,

The weight of silence, the shadow of years.

Some pages held secrets I never showed,

But between the lines, I learned how to grow.

Not every chapter ends in light,

I stumbled, I bent but I survived.

This is the book of me, no edits, no disguise,

A journey through the pain, the truth behind my eyes.

Every scar’s a sentence, every smile’s a theme,

This is the story I was born to be—

The book of me.

Some pages are torn, but I still read them aloud,

Moments of weakness, I faced, not bowed.

Hope kept writing in gold and flame,

Turning broken lines into strength I could claim.

Every mistake, every shattered dream,

Became the voice inside of me.

This is the book of me, no edits, no disguise,

A journey through the pain, the truth behind my eyes.

Every scar’s a sentence, every smile’s a theme,

This is the story I was born to be—

The book of me.

If you read me cover to cover,

You’ll find a fighter, a dreamer, a lover.

I’m not perfect, I’m real,

These are the truths I choose to seal.

Page by page, I set my soul free,

This is my voice, this is me.

This is the book of me, no edits, no disguise,

I walked through the fire, I kept my light alive.

Every scar’s a sentence, every smile’s a theme,

This is the story I was born to be

The book of me.

I’m still writing.

Still learning.

Still becoming.

And this story…

doesn’t end here.