No one cheers for me louder than the girl I used to be.

No one cheers for me louder than the girl I used to be.
She’s the echo in my heart, the whisper in my soul,
Never once dreaming she could find the strength,
The confidence, the peace, the love for life that now wraps around her like a warm embrace.

She’s a phoenix rising, healing in the blaze of her own rebirth,
Growing stronger each day, roots deep in the soil of self-belief.
She refuses to surrender her power,
A fortress unyielding to those who seek to steal her light.

She dances in the life she once couldn’t even fathom,
Loved in ways that paint her world with hues she never knew.
Gracefully, she lets those who cause her pain drift away like autumn leaves on a gentle breeze,
Unafraid, untouched by their attempts to dim her shine.

She doesn’t need an audience; her own applause echoes through the chambers of her heart,
A symphony of self-celebration.
No one needs to clap for her,
For she is her own orchestra, her own cheerleader, her own hero.
And the girl she used to be? She’s right there, clapping the loudest. By: Elizabeth Jaylin Mooney