Standing beside myself
wanting to re-inhabit
re-ignite
re-turn
to be integrated, I yearn.
Stand tall even when the feedback feels stern.
Or is my direction the bow?
Tip my brow
confidence tumbles
words fumble
questions stumble
in the growing and learning I trip
keep a firm grip
on my sense of self
confidence
and capability;
my faith shakes with instability
lacking foundation
history of learning without civility
my self-criticism has demonstrated virility
masquerading as humility
postures left me collapsing
in doubt of my ability.

Does the re-alignment come with the process?
Or am I relegated to disjointed confinement
until release results from resignment?
Can my hyper vigilance find reassignment?
Can confidence grow from knowing my gut,
trusting I am as the design meant?

Time will tell,
hope whispers in wondering
anticipating as I walk the road
this path leads towards self-refinement,
health
and grounded alignment.
Facing this obscured path forward
and inward is
in fact,
the healing assignment.