I denied myself by,
Not accepting all the parts of me,
Because it was easier,
To hold on to the perfect,
Filtered,
Photoshopped memories,
While I hurt,
Bruised,
And shamed,
The darker parts of me,
Including the wounds,
Took form as I grew,
Instead of embracing myself,
And accepting true love,
Comes from within,
I shunned the parts,
Didn't match the picture perfect, moment,
For those who may be watching,
I may have preached self love?
But following through,
Is struggle on it's own,
As it may be easier,
To love the proud moments,
But it's more fulfilling and,
More at peace,
To stop ignoring,
The dirty,
Dark,
Awakening,
Pieces of my soul
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Chapters of Irrationality
PoetryI write emotional poetry and try to create beautiful imagery as I describe all the situations that people deal with in their lives. This is a collection of my true inner thoughts and feelings. Yet, I like to keep little mystery so I am curious to k...
