"I'm a hot, broken mess" were words
You spoke to me
As you struggled through your work.
And I nod along, taking them in
While knowing exactly what you mean:
A human being born from
Two diverging paths,
One staying and one leaving,
Pushing and pulling you
Between them as they
Break off their union,
But stay together anyway.
At the turn of your decade,
You hit a new ground running,
But it was into a mosh pit of strangers,
Coming and going,
And as your father finds a new love,
You're left behind
And your world would never be the same.
Now, as you grow into a skin,
Maybe not truly your own,
You continue the fight upward,
Working to be
Better than your circumstances
And better than your own body.
You have grown so much, my dear;
Seeing you blossom
Brings me boundless joy.
Keep going.
You're going to make it.
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PoetryA collection of poems, stemming from a girl being hopelessly in love, the recollection of her past trauma, and the impending unknown that her life will inevitably encounter. And within these moments is a world of her own, tangible and ever-growing...
