Let me be.
Don't try and fix me,
Don't analyze me,
or critique me.
It's taken a long time
for me to get to this point.
I'm scratched up.
Not near as fetching
as I was 'In the day'.
But I'm grown,
bursting with thoughts
that are in my mind.
They are scared..... they have been
handled roughly.
It's the test of the time,
And it's resilient and so
damn beautiful.
Let me be.
Don't try and fix me.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
