It scares me
how certainty can grow
in places I once feared,
places I never imagined
I’d ever welcome.
Peeling off the scars,
letting go of the shadows,
choosing what feels real,
what feels earned,
what chooses me back
every single day.
And though I’m still learning
to trust where this leads,
I’m speaking gently into the future—
not with certainty,
but with willingness.
Because something about this
feels like a beginning,
I’ve been waiting for.
Mariam Shittu















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