In shadows cast by my own blood's embrace,
A battle rages, torment held in each space.
When self-esteem falters, whispers start to grow,
Oh, the depths of darkness that start to overflow.
Within the mirrors, reflections twisted and vile,
They mock and taunt, leaving scars with a smile.
My veins, once enlivened, now poison the tide,
With each beat they echo, a bruised ego cannot hide.
The kin who share my lineage, where is their grace?
As their scrutiny binds me, emotions interlace.
Unwittingly they wound, unknowing and blind,
From their own flesh and blood, unkindness they unwind.
But in this deep chasm, a seed of strength doth thrive,
As darkness shall not conquer, my spirit shall revive.
For beneath this torment, a resilience takes hold,
And in the face of despair, my worth shall unfold.
I'll rise from these ashes, the fire shall ignite,
My self-esteem reborn, radiant and bright.
No longer defined by the whispers of my kin,
I'll flourish in self-love, beauty found deep within.
For blood can wound, but it cannot define,
The strength that lies dormant, imperfections align.
When my own blood brings torment, I'll rise above,
Embracing self-worth, boundless like a soaring dove.
So let the shadows fade, and let my heart reclaim,
The strength that's buried deep within, without any shame.
For I am not defined by the blood that I share,
But by the love and resilience that I bear.
** Random Rant**
Why is it so hard for your own blood to support you? Why of all people, they're the one to judge you endlessly whether mentally, physically, or emotionally? Why do they have to pinpoint everything that you hate about yourself? When you try every possible way to improve yourself, they are the ones there to criticize you instead of supporting you? It's just that, it pains me to know that my own blood thinks it's okay to call me nicknames that hurt me. Imagine being called a "pig" just because you are chubby. What about "dwarf" because you're short? Is it my fault that I'm like this when I've tried every possible way to lose the fats. From dieting to starving just to lose the weight but it just seems like nothing is working and they are there, surrounding you with all comments. Why is life so unfair🥹? **
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Random Poems
Poetryrelatable random poems about life ** These are a collection of life-related poetry that I've stumbled upon at random over the years. Reading between the lines is challenging, but if you've faced challenges in life, you may be able to relate to it...
