You'll watch her fall down and bring herself back up and rebuild herself right in front of your own two eyes and then, maybe you'll finally realize just who she really is.
She's the girl who's been broken down before,
The girl who's been hurt before,
Ignored before, left alone before,
Abandoned before.
She's felt lost and confused before,
and she rebuilt herself day after day, week after week, year after year, after year.
She's the girl who's lost plenty of friends and lovers.
She's the girl who watched her dad die right in front of her at thirteen.
But she is also more, so much more than that.
She's the girl who's been lost and confused,
broken and bruised,
depressed and lonely.
She's sat by herself at school, cried her eyes out on the bathroom floor, picked herself right back up, dusted herself off, and walked back to class like nothing happened.
She's sat at lunch and breakfast alone before,
She's cried herself to sleep.
She's the girl who used to sit outside and listen to music all evening and watch the sky change colors just to forget about life for a while.
She's the girl who has scars and pain stitched into her memory,
But she is so much more.
She's been knocked down before.
She's waged a war against herself before,
Against depression and loneliness,
And she came out of it.
She got through it.
She's fallen before.
She's been through this before,
And she knows just what to do to build herself back up,just watch.
she is a solar eclipse right now but the sun will be back.
she is rain right now, but the storm will pass,
and you'll either be here when it does or you won't.
You'll either stick by her or you won't ,
cause she knows it's hard.
She knows she doesn't make it easy sometimes, but she's falling apart right now at the seams trying to sow herself back up, and she feels like the world is just tearing her down so don't hand her any scissors right now.
She needs love.
Love, she needs love.
She knows she's a handful sometimes, but she knows she's worth it and it you don't know that by now then that's your lost.
She's finding herself again with or without your help.
She's reminded again no one can help her like she can help herself, no one can love her like she can love herself.
She's realized again where her power is,
she's realized what she's missing is her self.
She stopped loving herself somewhere through this all.
She got so caught up in loving you,
and there is nothing wrong with her loving you,
but she's got to remember to love herself too.
She's got to stop beating herself up,
She's got to stop apologizing for how she feels.
She's got to stop demanding everything from everyone and give it to herself instead.
The road is bumpy now but it will be okay,
life has ups and life has downs.
No one has learned had to deal with them better than her.
So let her cry, let her scream, let her get it all out.
It doesn't make her weak,
and watch her, watch her breathe, watch her be, watch her love herself again, watch her bloom again.
This is my winter, this is my fall.
But my Spring will be here soon, my Summer will be here.
The Earth goes through phases and we do too.
We break,we bend, we cry, we bleed, and we wilt.
We grow, we heal, we learn, we love,we rise
and we bloom.
I will rise again like a sinking ship coming back up to the surface.
This is my war, Iv'e gone though plenty.
I will walk out of this one as I have all the other ones I have before, with my head held high and my crown straight back on my head.
I will be alright.
I am a queen, a witch, a magical, beautiful thing in my own right.
I will grow again, I will bloom again, I will rise, with or without you by my side.
and you will either be here to see it or you won't.
I'm not forcing anything anymore.
If you wish to stay,stay, if you wish to go,go
If you can't see that I am the same me I always have been underneath then you don't know me.
This is my winter,
This is my war.
I have been here before.
My best friend has watched me grow and change so much.
She's watched me tear myself down and build myself up so many times, no one understands me more than her.
Sometimes I explode.
but from destruction comes creation.
sometimes we must wilt before we can bloom.
A strong person has weak moments.
They just know when to keep going.
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She's lost In A Sea Of Poetry
PoetryA sea of poetry, of metaphors and similes written by me
