I thought I had removed all of
My broken bits and pieces,
Had cut them out ages ago
They were old hat, yesterday's news.
Until I told you no
And waited to see your response.
Waited for what I'd learned to expect.
Waited for force and aggression
Waited for anger.
I haven't tried to tell anyone no in years,
Was taught that I shouldn't say such words.
I hadn't realized how much I still
Needed to heal, until you told me
"Your no is powerful, forceful.
Your no is respected.
Your no means something.
Your no is valuable, and it counts, and it
Matters.
Your no means no."
I gave up so much of myself in the past,
That I had forgotten these things.
Stopped believing they were true.
And with a few simple sentences
You healed parts of me I didn't even know still needed healing.
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I Was Once a Sunflower
PoésieThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
