Thank You Old Me

I used to whisper, “Why me?”
Blaming the storm instead of the sea.
But silence turned into a scream,
When I realized—I was the key.

I broke the loop, I stopped the spin,
Faced the mirror, let truth sink in.
My past wasn’t weak, just scared to fall,
But still, she stood—and gave it all.

She didn’t know better, but she tried.
Built a world from what she had inside.
So I took her hand and said, “It’s time—
To let go so we can rise.”

Thank you, old me, for holding on tight,
For the sleepless nights and the quiet fights.
You protected me, but now I see—
It’s my turn to set us free.

I keep my word, I walk the line,
I honor you with every climb.
This isn’t perfect, but it’s real—
I’m healing, I’m whole, I finally feel.
Not out of hate—but out of love.

To the version of me that thought surviving was enough—
I honor you.
But we’re not just here to survive.
We’re here to rise.

Thank you, old me, for the strength you gave,
For every limit you helped me break.
You tried your best with what you knew
Now I evolve, and I take you too.

Each promise I keep, each tear I dry,
Is proof that we were born to rise.
I’m not flawless, but I’m free—
Becoming who I’m meant to be.

Thank you for your love…
Now, watch me so