“I am better than I was.
I will be better than I am.”
I have been told I am an old soul since I was able to communicate to the world with words
Wise beyond my years, a 50-year-old in a 15-year-old’s body
Why sentences I string together make my soul seem larger than the body it is trapped inside, I am unsure
At 23, I am today called an old soul
I am wise in my own thoughts
I am strong in my stride, my body, my reality
But others’ actions and realities confuse me, make me question my own
I often feel misunderstood in my attitude, my image, my disposition
At 23, I continue struggling to love my Self without brutal internal questioning and doubt
Despite my efforts to communicate who I am, I have been burned and bruised by those close and far from my heart
Some misunderstanding, some completely rejecting the Self I was, I am
The wounds always feel the same
Yet each battle leaves less of a scar
I emerge stronger, more confident in my own skin, more in love with my own mind
I am not resentful, I am resilient
I am closer to those who stay in my corner
Old souls are wise, but not all-knowing
In a world of new souls, we have many lessons to learn