The Version I Left Behind

There is a version of me I had to say goodbye to. Not because she was wrong. Not because she failed. But because she carried things I was no longer meant to carry.

For a long time, I thought becoming someone new meant leaving her behind. I thought I had to forget the person I was to become the person I wanted to be.

But I understand now, she was never someone I needed to escape.

She was simply tired of carrying things she was never meant to carry. She was someone I needed to thank.