The Victim Within

I know why he's there...

Poetry series, volume 22:

The victim still resides,

his voice, once loud,

is now an occasional whisper.

I feel his desire,

to be heard, to be validated.

I let him speak, but I do not act.

I feel the wave of emotion he stirs,

chest tightens, a deep sigh,

but I don’t let him overwhelm me.

I know why he’s there,

years of pain, loss, and failure.

I am not him, and he is not me.

He is but a memory,

a previous version of myself,

that may have once been justified,

but now no longer serves me,

or my higher purpose.

I don’t try to destroy him,

for I know this is not possible.

The truth is,

memories are just stored energy,

and energy cannot be created, or destroyed.

All I can do is recognize and redirect,

to a belief that I am no longer him,

I am the victor, not the victim,

and I choose how my story unfolds.

With love,

Scott

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