I constantly find myself grieving, grieving the girl who thought she needed validation outside her own mind and body. I grieve the girl who looked in the mirror, doubting the light she brought into this world. I grieve for the girl who needed a shoulder to cry on at times when waves came crashing down. I grieve for that girl who shielded internalized trauma with a smile that never once faded. I grieve for the girl who didn't know yet her life was about to change and everything she had hoped for would happen.
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A love letter to myself
PoetryFor every failed talking stage endured, a lesson can be learned: A Love Letter to Myself reflects this sentiment as I share poetry that will have you in your feelings and questioning why you would ever sell yourself short. Come along and embark on t...
