Do you ever look back at photos of yourself,
just to figure out
who you are?

Do you ever feel lost inside your own head,
trying to figure
yourself out?

Today I reflect on the girl, with the pigtails,
on the top shelf.
Collecting dust.

Yesterday I got in a fist fight with the teenager,
with enough fire in her,
to burn the house down.

Tomorrow I hope my bruises begin to heal.
I tire of the constant
reminder of her.

Do you ever feel as though you've lost control
of yourself? As if
someone else took the wheel.

Do you ever feel completely sure of yourself?
Yet at times so absent
in that security.

Today I remember the way I used to love
to read, from the moment I woke
'til finally exhaustion overpowered me.

Yesterday my eye was too swollen to see straight.
Maybe had I iced it when I was told,
things could've settled sooner.

Tomorrow I'll remember to count my blessings,
remember my love of reading,
and appreciate my clear vision.

Do you ever get caught up reminiscing
about past versions
of yourself?

Do you ever get distracted wondering
about who you actually want (who?)
to be?

Today I watched my favourite romantic comedy,
trying to remember my unwavered
faith in love.

Yesterday I had my mind made up
that I wasn't worthy of
that type of love.

Tomorrow I'll remind myself that I deserve
that love, even if I don't
always believe it.

Do you ever feel trapped in a chaotic cycle
of self doubt? Eventually blossoming
in a new found self love.

Do you ever feel trapped in

Today

Yesterday

And tomorrow?

Be kind,
Evangeline