For the longest time I have been at war with myself
I couldn't make peace with what I found
when I took a deep glimpse within
And confronted myself when I was at my best and worst
And discovered that both the saint and the sinner were one person
And that there was no distinct line to separate the two
When hating one meant hating myself
And hurting the other also meant hurting myself
I now have self-inflicted scars
As a testament to the battles I have declared
Upon parts of myself I couldn't stand
How do I reconcile the two
When they have nothing in common?
How do I wrap my head around the fact
That there is nothing perfect about me
Yet every cell within me beats with flawless perfection?
How do I explain the coward who resides side by side the warrior within?
The fearful yet full of faith?
The hopeful and yet cynical about everything?
The one who stands tall and still crumbles in the same breath?
How is it possible that
These two extreme points resides within one vessel?
Yet life demands that I set a table
And invite them both to a meal
Where I serve dishes of love, understanding and acknowledgement
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BECOMING IS A MESSY JOURNEY
PoetryFor me, poetry is my truth. It is a way for me to capture the essence of a moment that is sometimes very hard to articulate simply using spoken words. This book simply captures the messiness of the never ending process of my becoming in a certain.
