and one morning she rose and in her soul
there suddenly was the understanding that there was no relationship, no admiration,
no beauty, no success that would ever
define her value.
she became unafraid because everything
she needed was deep in her
soul pouring out of her body, of every inch of her skin. dripping from her lips when she spoke, from her fingers when she wrote poetry.
she stretched her arms out to grasp
the nightskies and walked the tightropes
of life in an airy step.
did she ever waver, you ask?
oh yes, she wavered. she tipped and she fell and she learned of it.
and there were loved ones in her life that came and went like summer breezes. sometimes she did miss them. sometimes sadness crept in
her beautiful heart. but she never was alone and she never was not whole and it was enough for her to know that.
it was enough to live her life fearlessly.
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euphoria
Poetry‚I glance up into the clouded sky. a sea of grey and of nothing at all. and I just want to fucking drown myself in it.' welcome to my 3 am poetry collection. 2020.
