Poem: How Did They Make Me Forget Who I Really Am?

How did they make me forget who I really am?
With whispered lies and a soft, steady hand,
They painted my world in shades of doubt,
Turned my voice to silence, my truth to a shout.

They dressed my dreams in borrowed clothes,
Told me who to be, where to go,
As if the essence of me could be bent,
Like clay in their hands, my soul’s intent.

They spoke in riddles, in half-formed truths,
Planted seeds of fear when I was a youth,
And slowly, subtly, the light grew dim,
As I lost my way, lost sight of Him.

How did they make me forget my fire?
Dampened my spirit, quelled my desire,
Wrapped my heart in chains of should,
Until my wings could no longer unfold.

But now, as the fog begins to break,
I feel the stir, the gentle shake,
A whisper rising from deep within,
A memory of who I’ve always been.

I remember the spark, the wild, untamed,
The fearless heart that couldn’t be blamed,
The laughter, the joy, the dreams so free,
I was always enough, just being me.

How did they make me forget who I am?
With clever words and a silken plan—
But now, I see through the veil they spun,
And I reclaim the soul that’s mine alone.