Ego trip
Sometimes I could barely even lift myself out of bed. Because as the dull reflection of my esteem reflected off a broken mirror every morning, I constantly reflected on an unwanted reality. I threw excuses into my days as I refused to confront the path that I walked. Wondering if my path would ever make a turn. And while I battled the loss of my father, I carried him on my shoulders as I walked. When my legs began to ache from walking, I often took breaks, recollecting the journey I had ensued so far.