Growing up, I was told that I'm too much.
I wonder if I'm even worthy of this heart.
My self-expression was spat on relentlessly.
How am I supposed to bare my soul?
The feeling of running into shadows after being treated like a wild beast still lingers. It's the only place I'm allowed to feel without the fear of being hunted.
I watched my all of my peers express their joy and love in total freedom.
Devalued were those same feelings in me.
I was always on the outside looking in when it came to human connection.
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The Soul Garden
Poetry"When rain falls, hope rises." I created a space for me to grow in. A respite for transformation 🌳✨️
