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How can I breathe and taste the breeze?
While the hands I reached were strangling me, in a sunny day,
How can trust be built when the branch I trusted once broke and let me fall to drawn, in a windy day
How eyes can seek when sadness and sorrow blinds them with such dexterity,
How can I love, when all I see in the mirror is a repulsive reflection that echos hideously,
How can I care about myself, when all I was taught is to only please, a setting was always put on repeat,
As dark as this poem May seems, i once swallowed it as a harmless poison that awakened me, because
I only learned to deeply breath and taste the breeze when the hand I reached once suffocated me,
I learned how to trust the right ones only when I fell down from a trusted tree,
My eyes cleared and saw my inner beauty, only when my eyes thought one day that what they see is a reflection of a hideous scene,
And I learned how to take care of myself when I knew that caring for others destroyed the soul's sparkly dreams.
i just learned to ask, is this the only way to live!
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what did you learn from your dark days ?
how are you growing and evolving?
for me i learned to love myself, and i think of every experience as a way to evolve and try to learn the lesson!
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My Liberation Poems
PoetryThis is the kind of poems you all want to read, A story of a little girl, a teenage, a young lady and a woman; Aspiring to be liberated from an inherited mind ; A mind full of stories and patterns that the brain refuses to swallow; ***** This is t...
