•Unreachable Set Of Keys•
I am no longer living for myself
But the acceptance of others
And God, has it been a long time
Since I've been on this train
But the passenger is getting
More and more impatient
Waiting to get to her next stop
Which is acceptance of herself
The land of freedom
Freedom from others opinions
And judgements
The land that's hers
And is controlled by self love and
I don't give a fuck, it's my life
*sigh*
When will I ever get there ?
She fills depression coming over
Her shoulder like a
Nice, warm scarf
Instead of the comfort
It brings her silent tears
And desperate, deep breathes
She takes as she tries to gain
Back her air
Her confidence
Her love of self
When will she learn
Her dignity is the prize within
Her own skin
An unreachable place
Hidden from the public
And that only
She
Has the keys to ?
*a favorite of mines. 🦋
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Morgan's POV
PoetryA peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷
